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As a sleeper in metropolis |
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You are insignificance |
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Dreams become entangled in the system |
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Environment moves over the sleeper |
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Conditioned air conditions sedated breathing |
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The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh |
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Soft and warm |
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But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night |
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Confined in the helpless |
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Safety of desires and dreams |
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We fight our insignificance |
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The harder we fight |
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The higher the wall |
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Outside the cancerous city spreads |
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Like an illness, its symptoms |
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In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations |
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Tailed by the silent spotlights |
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Of society created paranoia |
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No alternative could grow |
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Where love cannot take root |
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No shadows will replace |
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The warmth of your contact |
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Love is dead in metropolis |
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All contact through glove or partition |
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What a waste |
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The city, a wasting disease |
