Self proclaiming astronauts
Resting on the rocket docks
Don't even know
How to tell you
Race around the time fabric
Plans that seem so elaborate
Don't even know
How to tell you
I will rebel
I will rebel
I will compel
I will compel
Don't even know
How to tell you
Dream of the past
To make it last
Reach for yet-to-come
As the angels hum
I will rebel
I will rebel
I will compel
I will compel
I will
Rebel against
The machine
I will
Rebel against
The machine
I will
Rebel against
The machine
Just try and stop me
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