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Look at the city from above See how the towers of power Cast shadow to the rabble Cowering below All these fields, stained dry, rusted brown Gathered crowds are a ghost town Disillusioned mental state of mass confusion Factory made man This free prison is a stretch of highway With roads determined and paved Two directions Places you will never go, and the place you were always headed
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 7:46 PM UTC
Factory Made Man
Look at the city from above See how the towers of power Cast shadow to the rabble Cowering below All these fields, stained dry, rusted brown Gathered crowds are a ghost town Disillusioned mental state of mass confusion Factory made man This free prison is a stretch of highway With roads determined and paved Two directions Places you will never go, and the place you were always headed
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 7:46 PM UTC
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