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I wanna be original; I wanna be surrounded by art. But everything is digital; the formulas are fallin' apart. They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share. Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can't bare? But out here on the borderline you've got to hold it together! You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams. Is it as bad as it seems? And can you pull the hook from your mouth? Do you wanna feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out? We're divided it seems. This is a diary of life in between. This is a obese and obscene it seems. This isn't music it's a pyramid scheme. Oh... And out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together! You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams And out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever! You'll all be dead if this machine, turns art into routine. Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down, kept an ear to the ground, now they're praying for sound. And I don't know what's found. 'Cause we used to be gifted, and persistent. Now we're bored, reminiscent. We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed our desire We've lost our fire! And now they won't remember our names. Our days are mixed in the crowd, and our nights spent fanning the flames But out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together! You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams. But oh...out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever! You'll all be dead if this machine, turns art into a routine.