Futuristic, a belief in
Artificial people taking over real skin
Architecture, as a structure
Built to cover up the feeling when I walk in
Staring, but you're seeing nothing
In a land where money's nightmare
Is no one
The perspective of religion
End of life always written in the background
The despair, of millionaires
Lead you out on the roads to nowhere
Floating like a feather out there
In a land where money's nightmare
Hears no one
Estimation, make a guess fine
Astrology is making better headlines
Another planet? Will you vanish?
To be honest, you couldn't even breathe there
My home spinning sickly in the stars
You're talking, you're speaking
But nothing really comes of it
You hate it, and say it,
But never really do a thing
The planet, it crumbles
And melting with no audience
The land where, the nightmare
Of money isn't obvious
It's a cycle? is it viral?
So deep in the spirit of a shutdown
Is it natural? Supernatural?
You sleep in the water of ice cap
Staring but you're saying nothing
In a land where money's nightmare
Can't say it
Take a step back, on a new track
Coming close, to the feeling of a new view
Shuffle further, is it clearer?
The only place, you'll ever really go to
My home spinning sickly in the stars
Staring, but you're saying none
Talking, but then, nothing's done
Floating like a feather flies
Land where money's nightmare lives
Shocking, but you're saying none
Talking, but still, nothing's done
Floating like a feather flies
In silence money's nightmare dies