// Lyrics

My garden s been taken care by a fairy
And now im layin down in the dirt
I'm a symbol for my people
My country Will reborn
the greatest you've ever heard

Daytime Television, that’s the loop I’m in
Turn on superstition, feels so so charmin'
Mummys in pitch black, friendship red neck
Townsmen In love, with a bunch of living  dead 

5AM dressing Comfort food resting
Good old elevator Failing generator
Smoke strobes, B roll Close up hard line
Cold hut Fake blood Final cut Take five

I dig the scene 
The cut is clinical 
Analog people go
Super digital

Steadicam dead cat
Best boy, in a hot set
Crew on sick leave
Instant heart attack 

(Your) Dreams made of light

Minus ten degree
But we made it
We made it

Minus Twelve maybe
But we nailed it
We nailed it

Dreams made of light

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