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If you want a lame existence…
They will send you a virus or two…
Lamerism is the name of the tool I use.

Tailwind a feeling, rip the sun in two…
Skate on the moon…
Crack in the glass won't break unless you move…
Go some place new.

So you jade out, hangin tuff by the pool…
Slowly rowin through a typical mood…
Indigo is the color I choose…
Who knew?

I wondered out into the daylight…
I saved my heart so they can never pull it out…

If you want it (do you want it?)…
You can have all you want…
When you feel it (will you see it?)…
It's just a mirage.

Shrug and the system might break…
Will you tempt your fate?

Hackers dressed in psychotropic blue combing your memory file…
Not really there, digital you.
Did we think this through?

I need to get out…
To free my mind…
To quite this code and leave the app I knew behind.

I wondered out.
Before the ascension came.
No single hive will orchestrate an overwrite.

Fakin a feeling, mimic a truth…
Bitcrushin on the moon…
Crack in the glass, pixelated clue…
Show us what's not real.

If you look away you'll open your eyes.

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