The Voyage Songtext
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Good morning world.
This is how you are set to live today.
March in line; suit and tie.
Hail to the clowns.
Does anything in this world come for free?
This idea of perfection.
Has taught us how to fear ourselves.
Has taught us how to fear this change.
What's left to justify mordern day reality?
A head full of demons; a pocket full of reasons.
Why do we stand here taking theories from a man with strings.
A new world order I've never heard of much stranger things.
Look closely my dear his reflections will show his true intentions,
Good morning world.
We have a different set of rules.
Fuck the lines and marching bells its time to cut the noose.
Time to shine forever.
In a sky where our thoughts are the world.
What's here to justify mordern day reality?
A head full of reasons; a pocket full of demons.
Are we done here taking theories from a man with strings.
True freedom is enough to make any heart sing.
Fuck the fife! We dance to our own song.
You'll realise.
That they were wrong.
This is how you are set to live today.
March in line; suit and tie.
Hail to the clowns.
Does anything in this world come for free?
This idea of perfection.
Has taught us how to fear ourselves.
Has taught us how to fear this change.
What's left to justify mordern day reality?
A head full of demons; a pocket full of reasons.
Why do we stand here taking theories from a man with strings.
A new world order I've never heard of much stranger things.
Look closely my dear his reflections will show his true intentions,
Good morning world.
We have a different set of rules.
Fuck the lines and marching bells its time to cut the noose.
Time to shine forever.
In a sky where our thoughts are the world.
What's here to justify mordern day reality?
A head full of reasons; a pocket full of demons.
Are we done here taking theories from a man with strings.
True freedom is enough to make any heart sing.
Fuck the fife! We dance to our own song.
You'll realise.
That they were wrong.
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