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simulation

 

simulation

(album: Artificial Intelligence (Elements 2) - 2022)


In this game we call a dream
How much longer must we sleep
I'm beginning to grow numb
Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze
If it's all inside my brain
I have no dogs in this race
Tell me how long must I wonder through this maze
(Here in our home of planet Earth, there could be billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions stars. Billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions.)
In this game we call a dream
How much longer must we sleep
I'm beginning to grow numb
Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze
If it's all inside my brain
I have no dogs in this race
Tell me how long must I wonder through this maze
(We could all be in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation...)
The hang dynasty

In this maze Stevie Wonder, in this maybe inconscious
Being this honest ain't as conducive to making commas
All the minutiae of everyday it is beginning to feel like a prison
I can't help but feeling there isn't a finish, this [?]
Just to circle round back to the beginning
And time is circular, I'd rather be at the center than to roam the parameter
Way too articulate, way too particular
All these meticulous details got a roll up a cylinder
Got me a barber she on a barbiturate

Where are we? What the hell, is going on?
[?]... this maze

In this game we call a dream
How much longer must we sleep
I'm beginning to grow numb
Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze
If it's all inside my brain
I have no thoughts in this place
Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze

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