This is the fourth track off of The Sun Sets Behind. it was written from an eight hour long practice session and was nicknamed 8 hours, but the name actually became part of the lyrics later on and just stuck.
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Sometimes it's hard to separate reality from a dream, not as easy as it seems. Painted images plastered on the walls of our minds, now we're losing time. The walls are coming down, nature is burning down, our earth mother, she is crying now. Crying shame the things we do for fame in this world, where everyone is fake. With metal inside your bone and silicone injected into your soul, do you know who you are? We love the potential in something artificial. We love the aesthetic of something so electric. We love not needing one another. We love these objects my celluloid brother. Tabloids and magazines. Videos and movie scenes. Commercials on the TV. Faces telling you and me exactly who to be. With metal inside your bone and silicone injected into your soul, do you know who you are? Do you know what you are? Do you know what we are? Turn off the lights and please close the door, we're not part of nature anymore, eight hours of sleep is something that I need. If this is reality I rather be asleep.