The drugs they give make me a spaceman,
I wake, get up, don't know where I am,
I sleep, I eat, therefore I am,
There must be more, There must be more.
People pass by on the street,
I walk, I talk, but never meet,
With minds and hearts that discretely beat,
There must be more, There must be more.
There must be more to life than this,
Things to have and things to miss,
So why do I keep coming back,
To a world of nothing, A void of black.
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