The silver smoke, metropole
The sky is gray and
Pollution's in the air
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
Of existence
First prayer stays
In his oracle
The ones who go to that start
Will know another rule
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
Of existence
The open area
In the galaxy
Is it for me
My friends and enemies?
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
Of existence
I like these times, I like your brain
I like your body
So good to feel insane
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
I'm through weird years
Of existence
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