Mars Argo - Technology is a dead bird (Instrumental)

[@mytalia4249]

[Verse 1: Titanic Sinclair] Just let me love, let me be Here on the floor Flying eastward toward the shore Knowing that the stars won't last in the sky I took you to a prison cell You were afraid and I could tell Then on a train we met a friend Who showed us that we should pretend [Pre-Chorus: Connie] I need to be myself again I know precisely when it is time to be the actor It is amusing when everything is confusing Let us be in on the joke the world is afraid to admit Or ashamed to confess Or, alternatively Eager to expose How is it that I'm all of the above? There's got to be more than denial and drugs Empty bottles are starting to feel less fun And would deceive us is deceiving [Pre-Chorus: Mars Argo] Technology is a dead bird in your hands Technology is a dead bird in your hands [Chorus: Titanic Sinclair] We could live in a dream (This isn't any time or place to be) Where is my liberty? (This isn't any time or place to be) Buried under a tree (This isn't any time or place to..) Where is my liberty? (This isn't any time or place to be) [Bridge: Connie] Every one of us is in our wonder years Wishing we were just one year younger I, I need to get over myself I'm going to end up on top of the mountain one of these days If I make it long enough Sometimes I just want to drift away into outer space [Chorus] We could live in a dream (This isn't any time or place to be) Where is my liberty? (This isn't any time or place to be) Buried under a tree (This isn't any time or place to..) Where is my liberty? (This isn't any time or place to be)

[@nahu4870]

The intro is just so perfect, i swear to god, i could listen to it forever

[@sarawood5991]

I took you to a prison cell You were afraid and I can tell And on a train we met a friend Who showed us that we should pretend We could pretend You could be my best friend Technology is a dead bird in your hands Technology is a dead bird in your hands Simulation Computation This is not a representation This is how I love you Your glow reflects upon my skin You are the key that lets me in We could pretend You could my best friend Technology is a dead bird in your hands Technology is a dead bird in your hands Simulation Computation This is not a representation This is how I love We could live in a dream this isn't anytime or place to be Where is my liberty? This isn't anytime to be Buried under a tree This isn't any time or place to Through a screen I saw her face And knew that she was my escape Technology is a dead bird in your hands Technology is a dead bird in your hands Simulation Computation This is not a representation This is how I love you