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Ad Astra
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The Substitute
Lost track of every purpose, lost track of space and time No need to ask the reasons, no urge to define The poisoned words of the insane ones The pathetic ways to reverse the guns Pointed at the core of what we used to call eternity
We crave the next device to ease the despair We want to dread, to feel the thrill of being scared The screws won't turn unless you buy A safe place on the production line Relax and eat the substitute of immortality
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Make me feel insecure With something I've never had before Feed me a hundred times, show me a thousand ways, To overcome the hollowness it gains
Lost track of purpose, lost track of time no need to ask, no urge to define
You've fed me a 100 times, Now I show you a 1000 ways to fall
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