Ones And Zeros

There's a black hole pulling me in
I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins
I stole my soul from myself now I wonderWonder, is there somebody with a perfect plan
That goes boom when it's stamped and we could understand
How the gods of old used to clap their hands to make thunderSo we're clapping and we're laughing like it was so absurd
In the future we'll be laughing at who we were right now
As man plays god with the land that he plunders

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