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The Information Age (You Don’t Have To Go) |
Words and Music by Anthony Fiumano |
You've come to masquerade, the mask you made has worn so thin
Broken jaw, defender of the mouth
Tooth and nail, the words assail, it takes an iron tongue
Just to keep the truth from coming out
But you don't have to go, you don't have to talk so slow
Don't you want to find...
Don't you want to find...
Want to find another way?
Signals tease, the new disease, the clergy is immune
The damned are busy curing all the saved
You notice how the warnings were inviting after all
The information really showed its age
But you don't have to go, you don't have to let me know
Compassion is magnetic now, you're hopefully aware
Your pilot's ready, master of the mind
A broken arrow's laughing in the face of open sky
And what goes up, simply must collide
You don't have to go, you don't have to fall so low |
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