This Is Your Captain Speaking Songtext
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Take your old demeanour and go

Because without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing but machinations

So take your old demeanour
So take your old demeanour and go

Well I don′t know what to do to be how I used to be me

And I miss my old self
I need my old friends
I want my old life


Oh how the dead sleep
Infinite but indefinite
You feel the calmness land, right down to your feet on the floor
Where altruists and alchemists align
To stratigraph your aphorisms
I'm initiating expiations
Because without inspiration we are nothing but machinations

And I miss my old self
I need my old friends
I want my old life

Because without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing but machinations