| I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds
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| It is a film that is holding me together
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| A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time
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| Collodion stripped across my belly
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| Holding back the insides
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| The synthetic rise is holding us and our time
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| I am waiting for that moment
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| It is a film that holds me together
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| The synthetic rise is holding us and our time
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| We and our existence are becoming one with a new synthetic lifeform
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| It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do so
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| We have baited a trap, but the prey is ourselves
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| What will we do when it all comes crashing down?
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| A synthetic rise of creations that sure can kill
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| And you start to think that Matrix shit is going down
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| Isn’t it ironic our creations will outlast us?
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| A synthetic rise of creations that sure can kill
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| And you start to think that Matrix shit is going down
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| Synthetic rise, fake salvation a time will come
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| Remind yourself how to live again
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| Will come
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| Remind yourself how to live again
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| Will come
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| Remind yourself how to live again
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| Will come
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| Remind yourself how to live again
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| Will come
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| Remind yourself how to live again
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| Will come, will come
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| Remind yourself how to live again
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| Will come
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| Will come, will come, will come
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| Will come, will come, will come
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| Hey! |
| A realization of my fixation! |