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Can we see the new results of this constant reverie Can we come up with new insults while we're sleeping By the pound, by the second we design ourselves Align our shelves with obedience In due time we assign a new influence To the new science Even though we don't know its name anymore Could you be an astronaut in the center of the earth Could we make a new machine to stop This old machine from giving birth In our minds we make time for the candidates To satiate our contingencies And make our final pleas To the gods we invented for the new intake Oh, for heaven's sake Even though we don't know their names anymore From Letras Mania