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
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
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