[Lyric] Happy pt. 2 (String Machine)

We’ll gather the strings of our exoskeleton
And push to a new airspace where we can exhale
Without feeling the guilt of our carbon

Maybe Johnny is right
Perhaps I'm a virus too
Emancipation for my mind
Eternal rest for the basket

Pouring ourselves into
The artificial afterlife
Well, there's so many places
We have never been to before

There is a selflessness that we can maintain on this earth
That is harmonious with our will to survive