brakence
MEDIA
[Intro: Colliding With Mars]
I won't even say sorry, I'll just dream about it
Hit me with the needle, make me bleed and make me doubt it
Fill me with the fear of God or drape me in the fabric
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[Verse 1: Colliding With Mars]
Media is God and I don't give a fuck about him
W-w-walketh in the darkness through the field of burning ashes
Deliver me from evil, put the cross inside my casket
Hex the hematoma in my arm with Satan's magic
Think I want the latest trend, in fact, I gotta have it
I love politicians, corporations, I love plastic
Chase Manhattan Bank said that they're gonna save the planet
Plug me in the matrix til I'm hollow or I'm fattened
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Colliding With Mars]
You tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles (You)
Tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles

[Verse 2: brakence]
It bends expression till it feels like a circus
You're so lost in specifics that you forget the purpose
I said it and I meant it, but does that mean it's working?
'Cause if you're off the wheel, you're in the maze, we're all vermin
It's so fucked up
The less that I know, the more
It's best to just close the door
Your eyebags accrued some credit
Don't tell me who I can let in
Dozing off in the static
The past is inside the present
Pried open your third eye
Is it working?
[Bridge: DAKOTA DOGMA]
Imma let it be
Imma grind my teeth
I'm a mango tree
In the quantum field
Might oscillate
I might drop my gaze
I might be displaced
I am spinning plates
(You)

[Chorus: Colliding With Mars]
You tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles (You)
Tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles
You tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles (You)
Tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles (Hocus Pocus)

[Outro: Colliding With Mars]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na