Twisting clouds rotating overhead like alligators rolling in a lake
Another moss-step forward as I'm treading toward my fate
On the living carpet scattered 'round the ground
We don't believe our eyes
Even when what they see is elevated
A 4k resolution on the screen, which we call life
I think sideways, so all my calls hit like tidal waves
And that's the neat thing!
There's no absolution on this plane, which we call life
And that's the neat thing!
Since we're operating above two hundred and fifty-six color
That puts me twenty years obsolete
Ooooooooooh
It was just another routine complication
On the screen that we call life
Yeeeeeaaaaah
Maybe that's a flawed interpretation
But I'm done picking sides
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A wind-flecked well in the clearing up ahead
It's ominous, so it's always wanting peace
I'll take a dust-step forward
And be the moth without its wings
Its life could change with the toss of a single coin
Couldn't believe my eyes
Surely, what I just saw was a work of fiction
-The 4k resolution on the screen, must have been a lie
I wished either way and let it fall like a tidal wave
And that's the neat thing!
If it was truly fiction, what happened next would've been a lie
And that's the neat thing!
I'm still operating at two hundred and fifty-six color
But I don't feel so obsolete
Ooooooooooh
It was just another routine complication
On the screen that we call life
Yeeeeeaaaaah
Maybe that's a flawed interpretation
But I'm done picking sides