If I ever see
what's in front of me
then I'll know it's not there
when the air shimmers.
Glimpse?
yeah glimpse is
for wimps,
but the spirit rocks me
to sleep
and in the crying comedy of
a cosmic tragedy
I dream of Troy.
Running out of time and upside down
the clock ticks on in the bedsit town
and no one beats the man.
it's a code and hard to crack
you can't move on and you can't
go back
fleeced by the shops who
pay off the cops
doughnuts don't do it for me.
they will pacify
then crucify
and you will die
unless you fight
take to the road and
learn the code
hack the system.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
If I ever see
what's in front of me
then I'll know it's not there
when the air shimmers.
Glimpse?
yeah glimpse is
for wimps,
but the spirit rocks me
to sleep
and in the crying comedy of
a cosmic tragedy
I dream of Troy.
Running out of time and upside down
the clock ticks on in the bedsit town
and no one beats the man.
it's a code and hard to crack
you can't move on and you can't
go back
fleeced by the shops who
pay off the cops
doughnuts don't do it for me.
they will pacify
then crucify
and you will die
unless you fight
take to the road and
learn the code
hack the system.
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