[Intro]
Seven
(Is it rolling?) Seven
(Is it rolling? Roll)
[Verse 1]
I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down Orchard and Delancey
I can't get laid 'cause everyone is dead
[Chorus 1]
Hey, gold connections
Analog soul waving in your hair
Hey, hylozoic directions
She's talking blue streaks everywhere
[Verse 2]
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up, field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
[Chorus 2]
Hey, stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey, hypostatic information
Come on, let's hear you turn around
Seven
(Is it rolling?) Seven
(Is it rolling? Roll)
[Verse 1]
I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down Orchard and Delancey
I can't get laid 'cause everyone is dead
[Chorus 1]
Hey, gold connections
Analog soul waving in your hair
Hey, hylozoic directions
She's talking blue streaks everywhere
[Verse 2]
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up, field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
[Chorus 2]
Hey, stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey, hypostatic information
Come on, let's hear you turn around
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