Lyrics: Justin Hayward-Young/Loren/Tim Randolph/Wooseok Kim Music: Justin Hayward-Young/Loren/Tim Randolph/Wooseok Kim Arranger: LØREN Producer: LØREN/88rising/1999 WRITE THE FUTURE Notes are sang in poetry Why would I mind a part of me One, two, three, here comes the cavalry Tearing apart our colonies Forget it, I said it The storm in the attic A static, an addict Another way to panic Forget it, I said it The storm in the attic A static, an addict Another way to panic Pour me gasoline and ambience Your words salt the seas and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Pour me gasoline and ambience Your words salt the seas and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Oh well Terminal cells in constant symmetry Let it all out you're made to please On your knees in dead artilleries Buried alive in magazines Forget it, I said it The storm in the attic A static, an addict Another way to panic Forget it, I said it The storm in the attic A static, an addict Another way to panic Pour me gasoline and ambience Your words salt the seas and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Pour me gasoline and ambience Your words salt the seas and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Oh well Pour me gasoline and ambience Your words salt the seas and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Pour me gasoline and ambience Your words salt the seas and arteries Front towards the enemies Our cultures full of businesses Oh well
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