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Intro

Just reach out with your hands

in an utopia frame

and place me in the catalogues

of departed names

Our blood ran out of veins

our blood ran out of veins

we're buzzing drones

getting it wrong

Atrocity, wreaking end of a nation

changelings, and the neon show elation

I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street

I read noxious fumes breathing magazines

I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street

I read noxious fumes breathing magazines

Just reach out with your hands

in an utopia frame

and place me in the catalogues

of departed names

Just reach out with your hands

so easily I'm yours

but I'm your escapist

your escapist