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Intro

 Just reach out with your hands

in an utopia frame

 and place me in the catalogues

of departed names

 Our blood ran out of veins

our blood ran out of veins

 we're buzzing drones

 getting it wrong

Atrocity, wreaking end of a nation

changelings, and the neon show elation

 I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street

 I read noxious fumes breathing magazines

I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street

 I read noxious fumes breathing magazines

Just reach out with your hands

in an utopia frame

 and place me in the catalogues

of departed names

Just reach out with your hands

so easily I'm yours

 but I'm your escapist

 your escapist