[Intro]

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Red wire - right temple

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Red wire - right temple

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Red wire - right temple

Black wire - left temple

[Verse 1]

There are times I think eternal life ain’t such a bad gig

Smoke all you want and see the planets

If and only if they find a way to cure the longing

The distant panic

[Chorus]

Someday, I’m telling you

They’ll make a memory machine

To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen

To wash away the grief

Someday, I’m telling you

They’ll make a memory machine

To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen

To wash away the grief

[Verse 2]

There are folks that think to have a soul you’ve got to suffer

Well lately I’ve had my RDA of that

And call it fascist but I know that someday happy

Will be all that matters

[Chorus]

Someday, I’m telling you

They’ll make a memory machine

To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen

To wash away the grief

Someday, I’m telling you

They’ll make a memory machine

To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen

To wash away the grief

Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it’ll be a relief

[Bridge]

If they can make machines to save us labor

Someday they’ll do our hearts the very same favor

The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt by

The serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults, yeah

[Outro]

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Black wire - left temple

Red wire - right temple

Black wire - left temple

Red wire - right temple

Black wire - left temple

Red wire - right temple

Black wire - left temple