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So I've been gazing at the stars for a minute Never could connect the constellations But I liked the way they all kinda shimmer City light, pollution's in the vaults, not waiting In black coals, strips walls in the matrix Leave me an enigma, food for thought, I'm the top chef And in the box lost profit Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process Run a little cold today, I wanna take a chance Wanna sip the smog air, can't get in the sand I said I told you so but you just gonna cry You just want it all, those peanut butter highs Pray, pray, I can't, I can't pray Pray, pray, I'm not falling again Preach Meaning's my end language State super beings under trees of the land and space See the sharks in the distance, watch me swim in their direction Archbishop of the new world, curled and the best found Pearls in the wreckage, found them Run a thousand ships to arm the armada Garments aren't posture slick Onyx and jade weapons in cold breast plate SongtexteBlessed with the crest wind, then go Arrive cold close Let me show you everything I know Jungle slang Hit it while my head is out there Oh, my, all soar This is ain't going to war I might think it works Now just stay this way I can't get this place So I can't get this way I just wanna go where I can't get so strange Aus Songtexte Mania