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Lay down Ignore the voice in your head Forget the existential dread It's all a rouse And it was made up by you And you know it And you won't forget it But you'll never say it Cash out On a future so polluted clean air is sold as art And ability to buy increases if you're colorblind Thank God all wardrobes come with instructions I'm in space Why am I so close to your face Oh, what is space? Please just can I Touch your face Lay down Ignore the voice in your head Forget the existential dread It's all a rouse And it was made up by you And you know it And you won't forget it But you'll never say it Cash out On a future so polluted clean air is sold as art And ability to buy increases if you're colorblind But your wardrobe didn't come with instructions Why lay in grass When I could be beating your ass Oh, get off my lawn We're all going to Hell anyway Why lay in grass When I should be beating your ass Oh, get the f*ck off my lawn We're all going to Hell anyway uh I'm in space Why am I so close to your face Oh, what is space Please just can I Touch your face Why lay in grass When I should be beating your ass Oh, get the f*ck off my lawn We're all going to Hell anyway