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Intro:  
     Just reach out with your hands

in an utopia frame
                    and place me in the catalogues 

of departed names

    Our blood ran out of veins

our blood ran out of veins
      we're buzzing drones
                 getting it wrong

 
                          Atrocity, wreaking end of a nation
                             changelings, and the neon show elation
                                             I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street
                                       I read noxious fumes breathing magazines

 
                                             I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street
                                       I read noxious fumes breathing magazines

 (2x)

                                          
Just reach out with your hands

in an utopia frame
                    and place me in the catalogues 

of departed names

Just reach out with your hands

so easily I'm yours
             but I'm your escapist
              your escapist