| Eyo snorts the mechanical city in the scam of boredom
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| Cartoonia with my dreams dissolved in brine
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| Until the last cartridge, legs nailed
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| And mouths sealed around a straw
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| Addicted to cynicism
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| Cells crazed by capitalist cancer
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| Greed has the same seed
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| Here stealing in order to have is the same as helping to feel good
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| In the conspiracy of the absent
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| Playing assassins with the shotgun in childhood
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| And with two-way radios and toy soldiers
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| And with blunt objects and monsters in the manholes
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| However always on the hunt for an enemy
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| While our ancestors conversed under fig leaves
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| Enjoying the days for what they were
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| But now time is marked and I assure you time is not your friend
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| It ended up in the May
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| Between nightmares and delusions of room 26
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| We are the result of an alienating life
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| Proof that agreements with humans are failing big time
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| And it is the new order carved into the pillars
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| Eyes, triangles, ribs and compasses
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| In churches, municipalities and banks
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| Based on the purity of your blood pins in jackets
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| I already live in the golden years and I hope
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| May 2012 mark the year zero again
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| But another dream car queuing up
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| Since the faith of 1000 people is not worth a test
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| Here the challenge is now lost
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| Gotumi New York is constant reverse spring
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| That orgone that swoops down
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| Love or the luminescence of Bioni Sabba will save him!
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| Being able to see ourselves in the mirror elderly
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| Skin furrowed like land by ancient Martian rivers
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| From the cracks you see what's at stake
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| Your psyche balanced on metal burrs
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| It is impotence that rots at the bottom
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| The jaw that closes and crumbles your teeth in a dream
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| It is the death of the physicist
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| Open your mind and spare yourself the agony of the spirit
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| Until we are reborn in the form of blue energies
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| Sky dust
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| In the symphony of the great orchestra
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| Here nothing is certain and if you believe you are certain you have already lost your mind
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| And it ended in I could
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| Between nightmares and delusions of room 26
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| We are the result of an alienating life
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| Proof that agreements with humans are failing big time! |