A line of fortunes
Have lost direction
In my bedroom war
Our bodies function
Go thought the motions
But we don't ask why
We've forgotten lions
And tigers
And all the words past
Inside of foyers
Ambassadors hold
Their final breaths
And dressed as captains
Inverse reactions
Well, here comes the flood
And do we follow giants
Or baby blood
Singing
Singing, singing, singing
Singing, singing, singing, singing
There is no future
There is no future
Just this modern world
There is no future
There is no future
Just this modern world
Just this modern world
Just this modern world
Just this modern world
Just this modern world

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