The Dying Man Lyrics

my machine will not talk to me
my souls gives me no reply
the ground that i walk upon
on which i cannot even rely
now all of this is fake
everything that you and i are surrounded by

now all of this is fake
my heart dwells in my wallet my soul resides in my bank account
these possessions have a hold on me
it frightens and it clouds
now all of this is fake
everything that you and i are surrounded by
now all of this is fake

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