Текст Porter Robinson – Fellow Feeling

I cried, for I did not think it could be true
That you and I might have always known one another
And that we could not only evoke, but conjure a place of our own
That everywhere. That has ever existed

Let me explain
This ugliness, this cruelty, this repulsiveness
It will all die out
And now, I cry for all that is beautiful

Let me explain