We’ve been randomly assigned this disease
by the ones who will sell us the air that we breathe 
and replace the sun with machines

Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine”
Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine”

Our beliefs are our disease
The sun was replaced by machines
Our beliefs are our disease
The sun was replaced by machines

With nothing to hold onto, with nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing
With nothing to hold onto, with nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing
To hold onto

Hostility exposes the sadness of vertical memory
Oh, our love is sadness, oh

Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine”
Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine”

Our beliefs are our disease
The sun was replaced by machines
Our beliefs are our disease
The sun was replaced by machines