The information is laughing at us,
The ticker tape feeds the night.
Looking for a lost transmission,
A heaven that we left behind.

When the information comes,
We'll know what we're made from.
And the skyline rising,
Highrise eyes see through you.

Say hello to a mannequin,
The ghost of an automaton.
The witching hour is summoning up,
Armies where they don't belong.

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When the information comes,
We'll know what we're made from.
And the skyline rising,
Highrise eyes see through you.

She's the sister of avarice,
The wife of a poisonous tide.
She's the eye of a battle of storms
That sees where the atoms collide.

When the information comes,
We'll know what we're made from.
And the skyline rising,
Highrise eyes see through you.

Songwriter(s): Beck Hansen
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