Lyrics

This land’s for hit men,
This land’s for social shaming.
Cut across by tripwires
from all the walking pylons.

(Oooh) we’ll become what we’ve begun.
(Oooh) this is a process of investment.

This sky will spitfire,
this sky is so amazing.
We’ve made our empire,
in part Heliocentric.

(Oooh) We’ll become what we’ve begun.
(Oooh) This is allowing things to change.
So Hello hell.

We’ll have our songs about regret she said
Again, again, again, again
We’ll breathe as one idea and not be sad
Again, again, again, again

I table motion,
addiction repetition.
Yes, yes, you’ve seen this,
but were you fixed on mission?

(Oooh) We’ve become what we’ve begun.
But should we be this now forever?

I see you baby with your headshots lined up.
Again, again, again, again
You motion junkies make my beating heart stop.
Again, again, again, again

Now put your questions in a capsule for the animals, load up, and then we’ll leave here for the stars.
We’ll travel light with only socks and tanks of oxygen, and hope our pain can’t find us where we are (travel very far).