| Can we see the new results of this constant reverie
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| Can we come up with new insults while we’re sleeping
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| By the pound, by the second we design ourselves
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| Align our shelves with obedience
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| In due time we assign a new influence
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| To the new science
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| Even though we don’t know it’s name anymore
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| Could you be an astronaut in the center of the earth
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| Could we make a new machine to stop
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| This old machine from giving birth
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| In our minds we make time for the candidates
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| To satiate our contengencies
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| And make our final pleas
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| To the gods we invented for the new intake
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| Oh, for heaven’s sake
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| Even though we don’t know their names anymore |