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So when the playbook started taking up more space in the room
Than the team itself we knew we'd have to get the antidote
Even if the boss wanted to pronounce it anecdote as in nukular

I turned the spaceship's ignition and waited for the police
To sing elegies to the global struggle from underneath the rubble
There was always some echo relay in the credo's bathtub

Now as that varnish thumb-piano can individuate disco
From the musics pop and elevator that sandwich it we have hope
That the coordinates that came to me in a vision are not simply

Flying off as fast as we can according to decoy information
But vaulting through the ploy data to a biodiverse playground
Where what we need grows wild and won't be missed