Tell me what I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy
And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh
At where the music's going, heading for the past
Stealing bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind
Bend down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people's fame
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