Ad Astra
fake
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Ascending from the common, look into the bottom
It will call you soon
Itâs all too perfect, like a growing insect
Youâre locked up in a cocoon
(still itâs like an empty tomb)
For your audience, all you do make sense
So little to care about
They like it best when they are impressed
By your mighty bank account
(The days youâd better start to count)
One day Iâll see you crawling deep beneath the dirt of your
Serenity you broadcast from a sickening world so purely fake
Youâre not different, just a human fragment
Thatâs nothing but sold and bought
The spotlightâs shining and the cams are rolling
The peace of mind youâve sought
(the peace of a mind without a thought)