My fair job, that's my bitches way Well that's what they said yesterday There's nothing left to do my brain I think it's not about a new religion Oh, it's so insane to see this as another scene.

There's something in this future that we have to be no future may have could you unlisten?

And now I will seem to become a baptister, we have all useless twisting, I'll be muted technology for now There ain't no sound, but we're out there by the ground Nothing is no sound If we all live by the ground Is there a virtual insanity?

Forget to virtual reality Oh, there's nothing so bad So bad, baby, oh