The Immoderate Past When Lyrics

Media damaged. Televised intimacy. We should be happy and we are happy aren't we? Under this pillow I hide my mess of a head, under these rooftops of dirty old concrete. There's houses, there's trees. Trains through the landscape, people in buildings, lost in culture, asleep in rigidity. When.

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