Losing It Paroles

Synthetic lore - technology holds the sorrow
My hands are all dirty from a polymer war
There are pieces of me lying on the floor

It's the excuse that I use - the antennea was loose
And now I'm suffering from radiation blues

So let's cut through it
Before we lose it again
Cut through it
Before we lose it again

I just got back, there are things to face
The loyalties have all been replaced
The bottom dollar - the cutting is hard to swallow
The civilized, the civil eyed

A struggle in the empire that died
But what remains is not too hard to follow
They choked it all with their very own hands
So let's cut through it
Before we lose it again
Cut through it
Before we lose it again