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These ambiguous lyrics by Muse from ten years ago, in which, Matt Bellamy, still a little tentative at the time, was playing around with double meanings, never seemed so relevant than today. Yes, time is running out for both the Elites who are losing it and we who must absolutely come to our senses before irreparable damage is done.
Ey@elI think I'm drowning,
Asphyxiated.
I wanna break this spell
That you've created.
You're something beautiful,
A contradiction :
I wanna play the game,
I want the friction.
You will be the death of me...
You will be the death of me..
Bury it,
I won't let you bury it,
I won't let you smother it,
I won't let you murder it.
Our time is running out...
Our time is running out,
You can't push it underground,
You can't stop it screaming out.
I wanted freedom,
Bound and restricted.
I tried to give you up,
But I'm addicted.
Now that you know I'm trapped,
Sense of elation !
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation.
You will squeeze the life out of me...
Bury it,
I won't let you bury it,
I won't let you smother it,
I won't let you murder it.
Our time is running out...
Our time is running out,
You can't push it underground,
You can't stop it screaming out.
How did it come to this?
You will suck the life out of me...
Bury it,
I won't let you bury it,
I won't let you smother it,
I won't let you murder it.
Our time is running out...
Our time is running out,
You can't push it underground,
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
Original text by MATT BELLAMY
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