Space Race For the Truth About Self
Space age luminosity
Barely there, explorations begun
What machinery could match
Rhythm of the tongue and leaves pointed
Barely there, explorations begun
Hired a bulldozer to banish dust
Rhythm of tongue and leaves pointed
Hushed the vibe of shadows in the deep
Hired a bulldozer to banish dust
Telescopes and rope will marry the deal
Hushed the vibes of shadows in the deep
A priest, a pauper, a wormhole in the stream
Telescopes and rope will marry the deal
What logic concealed face could bury the fate?
A priest, a pauper, a wormhole in the stream
i'm bleeding the coffers for identity
What logic concealed face could bury the fate?
What machinery could match?
I'm bleeding the coffers for identity
Space Age luminosity
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