Plastic wires inside my brain
Drastic thoughts still remain
Concrete jungle, no escape
Complete in dream scape
Workers doing endless jobs
Shirkers being called slobs
Scope is far out of range
Hope is someone strange
When time started to run out
Then phantoms silently shout
Never will they be heard
Whether it should be absurd
Playing the same old game
Praying nobody is to blame
Elastic fades away the grain
Plastic wires inside my brain
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Plastic wires inside my brain
Drastic thoughts still remain
Concrete jungle, no escape
Complete in dream scape
Workers doing endless jobs
Shirkers being called slobs
Scope is far out of range
Hope is someone strange
When time started to run out
Then phantoms silently shout
Never will they be heard
Whether it should be absurd
Playing the same old game
Praying nobody is to blame
Elastic fades away the grain
Plastic wires inside my brain
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
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