We've been randomly assigned this disease* By the ones that will sell us the air that we breathe And replace the sun with machines Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time "You'll be fine" (you'll be fine) Our beliefs are our disease, the sun was replaced by machines With nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing Hostility exposes the sadness of vertical memory Oh, our love is sadness Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time "You'll be fine" (you'll be fine) Our beliefs are our disease, the sun was replaced by machines