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in this cynical hell
heads are replaced by wire
in the deepest of sleeps
everything is not enough
and i know it too well
satellites never harmed a soul
in this cynical hell
space filters damaged our love

if you're not protected, you're way too weird
if we can't detect you, we'll try
to buy you a ticket to out of here
so be like me or wave goodbye

in this cynical hell
nothing will ever make sense now
i will never come down
love child of odours and pain
won't you smile back at me
always believed that was easy
in this cynical hell
good weather means constant rain

and all the sleepless human bones
lost an eye or two
and if this rings a bell
you're wrong