Apocalypse Politics Songtext

the clouds spell apocalypse
the clouds smell the politics
i meet so many people, i gave up on names.
i figure that's okay 'cause i just call everyone "man" anyway
rollin' over, rollin' over
returning to the dream
rollin' over, rollin' over
returning to a dream
with the earth agree to circle any and all points
can each be the center simultaneously
our work continues ending to infinite variable speeds
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