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Think you're in America. New York maybe or LA. Yeah, America.
You, you're attached by a hot wire through my eye
You, you're attached by a quiet wire through my ear
You, you're attached by these sweet pictures you've dug in my brain
Dip a finger in me
And paste my word on your machine
Let me be distraction
Let me be dream
Let me be future
Let me be all
Dip a finger in me
And draw my word on your machine
In a dream i can touch you, in a dream
I can feel you twist, i can feel you writhe because you're with me
Through a paper wall i see you dancing with another one's dream
Can't help but be my distraction
You're all dream
Pin-pricked wall's light falls over me
Warm until searing, good until bleeding
Throw something out to me - America
Remind me how to breathe - That's why I liked you, America
Dip a finger in me
And paste my word on your machine
Let me be distraction
Let me be dream
Let me be future
Let me be all
Dip a finger in me
And draw my word on your machine
~Dip - THC
I don't really care to say anymore...