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How do we see the texture of cyberspace
Silver Delorean, dmc - 12. We are from the future
Barely noticeable Lena in the dark blue sky
Hold on hunter we're coming for you
There's fire in your glasses, we love music
The blood is getting cold but we have to fight
We didn't have a single World Junior Championship medal
We strike for the two-headed one, raising our fist up
But we'll come all this way through the fog
Evenly gray background in a faintly noticeable cell
We're all missing a little craziness
There is no need for war, we want to live