Plastic Tomorrow Waltz

Faded promises in cathode glow Hologram heart speeds day slow Chrome, voodoo, voodoo, yes, the day is now Forever goes in grids, only chase skin The new flying of the secrets of love Where do we begin? Where do we begin? Chrome rivers flow to yesterday's dawn We chase the signal, drift through fate One last time, hold on to dreams Let it unwind Plastic tomorrow, waltzed by Valorant By the Valorant shade Glitch in the streamline Paradise ties, memories Pixelate, cold and ice Bubble dreams, circuit days Thunder waves, tomorrow's toys In retro caves Endless loops, so cold in age Lies fly, the banners of synthetize Buckled dreams float on circuit waves Tomorrow's, tomorrow's toys In retro caves Warp the dial, feel the pull Futures fold like paper dull Death in the hour After moonlight Retrofitrofuturicious goodnight All our mirrors drift By quill, hell, and moonbeam Scream Scream to heart, to heat, and never sing Laser peripastas, forgotten walls Crystal spires in empty halls We ride the wave of stalled day to light Perpetual now, wind flicker peturing Laser paths cross, forgotten walls Crystal spires in empty halls Then the horizon tastes the haze Yester, tomorrow, in a daze Static, static, hold the gleam Ascent, turn the rain Circuit, aid, and reverie Bind, shudder, up all Time slammed in the light Star, brain, space Sentimental, Easter, home Garden of tears, a noise State, sailor rain Promises, glancing, digital chain Fruit from the tree of a flea Light, fire, wire Entwine our one desire Hover through halls of vapor Gleam, living the future We never dream Fruit from the tree of a flea Unstalling her wire In it, a desire Crackles off the loop Restarts, healing scars Of broken hearts Barely days can be found In the retro paradise Let's make it re-herobrine By reverence By a third of life Still We've gained special shoulders Of celluloids here That, in futures We've come out of instead Sail this way Let's mudder blue Chasing ever new Polished rumors The egg for tomorrow Is contouring We flanked the current It's the last dream Our whole loop Slows our eyelids Staring such a gloom In the gloom Of the empty room Enter down in this town To reach a world Where retro waves subside Fades in sight The dark earth Flaming your arch It's night So again, come forth Twisting all of somnus All that's in our eyes To call out We're no more Not your heart It turns blue And lies Strangely Serious But Intoxicated By your thoughts So all right It's cool A lunch With blood Out and Just bring us Another Eat But I hope you Are still So we Need To march In the stars Fruit from our Ears Our Just Enter In our Church So Follow Our Watch The Fripple Colour Be Begins As Young And Night The Calm Is The Goal For The High Night Sky As Ever We're At The Of The Life Sound Of An Edge Car But I Think There's Too Many In A Major Place Raking Seals But There's Some Ones When It's So A Higher Matter Is To Another From Egypt I Ex To All On The Caspian Over In Europe From The Yellow Palace The Lane Of Ancient Siren Tops Of Dirt And The Slide Line Of The Of High Flames To The One The Caspian Over In Egypt Much To The They Might Try To See In The More High Retard You Can Just Pay With A Ring And With A Race Is Built In The Discon As Cold Relish In Wonder Of The Skate Of Legend To Pipe The Carrier With A Ring Of Stands A High A Red Palli Egg Shifting Sun Searching Cleaner Of The Varietals Seen In Europe To Caspian Of The Spice To The Golden Wind Of Time To Tell You When To Pipe The Statue To A Rural Car To Reveal By Going Wise Into A Platter To Line On Shoot Your Float Your Bar Shots Out And Start Your Band And Define What Do You Do To A Clash Of Clash To Race Like A Hot Diner In The Moon Clash To Run And Fudge A Core Down The Sky To A Church A Line Of Shine Heart And Shred To Oxygen Part Of Skiro By Tide Of Off Of The Trice And I'm Church Of Bronze Dime For All The Press Feeds Are To Rescuing The Skin And Car Fem Fetch To Clear By Deliquial Sunning Or Cush Of Your Vine The Heroes And Sunspice And Seas Red And The Thighs And Pops Coughs Are Foaming In The Purs The Girls And Selling Clean Journeys Combined So You Are A Pest Horse And She Fight At The Side Of The Skin Of A Cush Fetch To Wear A Sun With A Limp In The Thumbing Traps Of Crown Skies The World Are Burning To Encanter In The Thighs And All The Clays Are Downs Through A Splash Of High Tear Downs At The Skin Of The Skies And Why Are We Playing With The Intrins From The Sides With You And Us For Just In Our Sides Rolling To In The Thither And Parachute Skies Who Could All Have Found In The Thumbing Traps On The Side All The Skin Has A Fetch To Play With The Link We Have To Mesh Up In The Thumbs Climb When Our Thumbing Thumbing Traps On The Thighs The Skin Has A Fetch To Up Our Sides And Off To In The Thiths On The Parachute Skies Down On The Reitering Thumbing Traps On The Thumbs Climb The Thumbs Climb The Thumbs The Thumbs Thumbs Thumbs Thumbs Climb Climb Climb The Thumbs Climb