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On Cracker Island, it was born
To the collective of the dawn
They were planting seeds at night
To grow a made-up paradise
Where the truth was auto-tuned (forever cold)
And it's sadness I consumed (forever cold)
Into my formats every day (forever cold)
In the end, I had to pay (what world is this?)
In the end, I had to pay (I purged my soul)
In the end, I had to pay (I drank to write)
Nothing more to say (I drank to write)
They taught themselves to be occult
They didn't know its many strategies
They taught themselves to be occult
They didn't know its many strategies (strategies)
What world is this?
What world is this?
On Cracker Island, it was raised (hey, hey, hey, hey)
By the collective from the grave (hey, hey, hey, hey)
It only came out at night (hey, hey, hey, hey)
It ate up their paradise (paradise)
Where the truth was auto-tuned (forever cold)
And it's sadness I consumed (forever cold)
Into my formats every day (forever cult)
In the end, I had to pay (what world is this?)
Out there on my silver lake (I was not there)
In the end it will be great (beneath the hills)
I'm like a ship between the tides (I saw myself)
I held on, by surprise (beneath the void)
They taught themselves to be occult
They didn't know its many strategies
They taught themselves to be occult
They didn't know its many strategies (strategies)
On Cracker Island, it will die (forever cold)
Join the collective in the sky (forever cold)
And on the shining bolt of light (forever cold)
Go out to paradise (what world is this?)
Where the truth is auto-tuned (I purged my soul)
And it's sadness I consume (I drank to write)
Into my formats every day (I drank to write)
In the end, I had to pay (forever cold)
In the end, I had to pay (forever cold)
In the end, I'll be okay (forever cold)
Nothing more to say (say, say, say, say)
Nothing more to say (say, say, say, say)
Nothing more to say (say, say, say, say)