Amidst the visions of the morning trance
Puppets engage in their own morning dance
If I joined, by chance, I would merge in
It would go unnoticed by omniscience

Where the displays remain luminescent
Where many a soul is rendered present
When the shackles that hold my locket rusts
Poisoning the remnants of the city

The soul that inhabits the city screams
Into a silence that does not respond
For the city is locked away inside
Beneath rusted shackles merging with flesh