our astronauts were hiding
Nomadic tribes, networks and beatniks on the rise
We thought the whole world would begin
a tiny blue gem in the darkness gliding
borders and refugees barely surviving
civilizations and temperatures rising
Are we like gods or confused by the lightning?
And our dreams are caught declining
Mnemonic tribes, iConic complex on the rise
We thought the whole world would begin
a tiny blue gem in the darkness gliding
borders and refugees barely surviving
civilizations and temperatures rising
Are we like gods or consumed by the lightning?
Our memories are now on view
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