(The surrealists were just) nihilists with good imaginations
I am satisfied hiding in our friends apartment
Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries
Daylight I'm so absent minded nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself? hope I'm not erasing myself
Guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god but which one which one do I
choose?
All the churches fill with losers psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mine and forget all of the beauty's wasted
Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches
Physics makes us all it's bitches
Guess it would be nice to help in your escape from patterns your parent's
designed
All the party people dancing for the indie star but he's the worst faker by far
But in the set I forget all of the beauty's wasted
Guess it could be nice show me that things can be nice
You've got my back in the city you've got my back cause I don't want to panic

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