Dead radar flowers beneath the skies
Those suffering ghosts of dying life
They wait for saviours from above
Their land's wasted and cursed
The viral transmission is lost
Broken thoughts in broken minds
They are damaged paralysed
With the coins on the eyes
They are searching for the paradise
They've burned the air they hear the voice
That comes from strangers through the noise
Intoxicated by blind faith
They're trying to keep the weak signal up
And follow the digital wraith
Broken thoughts in broken minds
They are damaged paralysed
With the coins on the eyes
They are searching for the paradise
Finding nothing anywhere
They are screaming in despair
Left and lost in burning skies
They are damaged paralysed

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