Imagine the hay,
What we would do if we left.
Imagine the brakes,
That we are being trained to tighten.
Imagine the brakes, trains,
That we would take if we dared,
If we forgot tomorrow,
That we are always told never.
The era of nothing,
It is faith that is dying out
And that hurts our hands.
The era of nothing,
We are told about nothing.
We feel so good,
In an era of nothing.
If we finally learned
To fall asleep a little less.
If we suddenly moved away,
br/>The cyber and the moron.
Stop the hours that pass,
The time that passes in vain.
Get out of this ice age,
br/>Which rots us in the mornings.
The age of nothing,
The age of the fire which goes out,
And which breaks our backs.
The era of nothing,
We talk to each other from afar.
We are so good,
That we seem like nothing.
If good in this era of nothing.

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