Lyrics

Good morning, it’s getting late
Bots and chains degenerate
You can hold all the lines every day
But ask yourself: what, if anything, stays?

Good morning, I hate the way
Your two lips bend on the tape
And your gambling knows little of stakes
And all your films the deepest fakes

Good morning, the parrot speaks
But little does he care that it’s crumbs in his beak
Because it’s a good morning, a good morning
It’s good, it’s good, it’s always good

Zero One Zero, Zero One One
The waxy taste of wings just melting in the sun
All that’s solid melts to air
All that’s holy made subprime
Rewrite the code all you want
You’re still running out of lines

Because it’s a good morning
It’s good it’s good it’s good