Penguin Marlin Brando Testo

The future won’t be owned by those,
married to ideals of old.
Consonant disruption dance,
amidst the ash, we take our chance.
We the gilded castaways,
we the future fairytales.
Stoking fire with simple sin,
marvel at our reconstruction.
Treat ourselves to sirens…
(We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start.) We got the motion, we got the head-start.
We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. (We ain't got nothin' to lose)
We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start.
Thought-polices' dirty secret,
among surveilence state.
We exist between binary code,
we're panthers in canary clothes.
We profit from seized evidence,
and thrive amidst incompetence.
She wraps her fingers round my ears,
pulls me down into her chest.
I listen to her live.
(We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start.)
We got the motion, we got the head-start.
We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. (We ain't got nothin' to lose)
We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. (We ain't got nothin' to lose)
We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. (We ain't got nothin' to lose)