What I'm really wanting, a brand new machine 
One for converting plastic to dreams
If you ride upon the tiger you can never get off
They get hungry 

One thing is certain, all the rest are lies 
Beautiful and damned ones never realize 
That the dark is light enough to see the ignorance of greed
Still she cries 

Come on come on get up I wanna take you 
Away from all of this and what has got you lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back, let it fly away 

Poetry of motion counting out the beats
To hear a voice in every mind sounding out retreat
And as they run they look behind to see what tempts the wandering eye
Still she cries 

Trouble with the life of the Emperor's new mind
Casual viewin' in spite of what gets left behind 
Gentlemen you may include me out, ladies please accept my bow
Still she cries 

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