LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
They say a bomb
Doesn't pick its victims' age
Look
I hadn't thought a cop did either
Weird
Chuck a brick in the pond
Or a shop window
That's all that's left
When dialogue's broken
Death to the pigs
It's the stress we're killing
Every system's corrupt
All of 'em
Peacekeepers
Talk about legitimate violence
I know nobody brave
Who hits nonstop
Lead, lead
Le-le-lead, lead
The less space I lack
The more I go in circles
Time gone by
I always find it long
Check it right side up
This world is huge
Check it upside down
It's a bottomless hole
I'm stuck in place
I have visions
Long-distance, sharp, no pixels
Billions of stars
The universe expanding
Just a pebble where life trickles
A lost backwater
In a distant suburb
Way out at the edge
Of a far-off galaxy
You see
From way down below
It looks like a little blue marble
Hanging in the void
On a string
So much space
I had to jump
I'm seasick
The astronaut kind
And vertigo
When I gotta pick my seat
On the bus
But I'm fine in my seat
Nowhere
Deadlines
And open spaces
A prank
For eight billion Sims
Thirsty for the smell
Of blood and clichés
Driven by behaviors
Remote-controlled
All, all, all
All struck by the
Hermes complex
We can't think anymore in terms
Of species
Deprived of our search for meaning
The tangled thread
Suddenly the vertigo
Of the existential void
Nothing's serious
If nothing means anything anymore
Nothing really does, no
I've watched its obsolescence
Until its rise
The sun's shadow
Absurd
God's money
Absurd
The recycling of rebirth
The angel hierarchy
Alliances in wartime
Absurd
The chaos of nothingness
Absurd
A drunk Indian
The lock on heaven's gates
Cold that burns the skin
Blinded by the invisible
Better to hibernate
Than shoot yourself with lead
All trapped
In huge closed circuits
You feel dizzy
Overhang effect
Dive into the unknown
Fermi's paradox
The one in Giza, a Ponzi pyramid
Mausoleums that man
Built for himself
You search for his trace
But there's only a humanoid left
Who just smiles
At the void
The sun's shadow
God's money
The recycling of rebirth
The angel hierarchy
Alliances in wartime
The chaos of nothingness
A drunk Indian
The lock on heaven's gates
Cold that burns the skin
Blinded by the invisible
Nothing's serious
If nothing means anything anymore
Nothing really does, no
I've watched its obsolescence
Until its rise