On time for me
Is too late for you
Their plastic gaze
Would melt for you
My passive face
Keeps me away
Cold, stark and pale
Our sobriquet
Is too late for you
Their plastic gaze
Would melt for you
My passive face
Keeps me away
Cold, stark and pale
Our sobriquet
Sending a wire transmission
Falling into submission
Are you real or are you a vain imagination?
It's not for <0> [I tell myself
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The Philosophy of Velocity
A Hostage and the Meaning of Life