Could You Repeat the Question?

In a microcosmic fantasy land
I'm calling out to you
But you're not here
You're far away from here
You're nowhere near

By myself I'm known to everyone
So fasten your belts, we're taking off
Pour me out, in here I'm everything
Take a moment to realize
Am I still alive?

No one to hear, no one to feel
They killed you once but not for real.
It's all a fantasy world
There are no consequences
We're alright, there's no consequences

Silicone smiles make me sick
We built it up bit by bit.
Faster than an electron
Pure as liquid shit.
Yeah, we're pure as liquid shit.

 

 
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