

Your surplus feeds our hunger
Your struggle their indulgence
No image is too hideous to hide
No impulse too corrupt to indulge
From rotting mutation
Great illusions may grow
The signal repeats
Distorts and fades away
From rotting mutation
Great illusions may grow
The signal repeats
Distorts and fades, fades all away
To nothing
Long shot of the universe
There is no one behind the camera
And it fades away
Long shot of the universe
There is no one behind
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