Life took her sensible root, left us burning for each other
Transplanted over, the corps goading a mad, new, hell-bound
Future, and I gone mad, too, g, over thee, they’re coming for me
Really, in their mass-produced cars that speak, cause I’d die
To live in love, us burning in us, each transplanted over each,
Setting future, this life into next, makes sense, burning forever
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