Walking down an alley

A dead end for today

Deep in blue neon

Under skyways worn



Rising up above

Concrete from far below

Surrounded by shadows



Garden without gods

All are strangers alike

All riding the blind

The purple of their eyes

The purple of blind

In reverie unwind



Circling sub-city

A rainbow appears

To calm down the fury



To calm all the fears

This random occurance

Is only a sign

Of the incoherence



In the clockwork mind

A symphony of our time

People in a decline

Denying the vibrations we're made of

Recalling the past



Rolling down hill

Somber drama

All is so still

Panorama

Anyhow, anyway

Anyway, anyhow

End of all reason



Is what I go through

Yes, it is what I go through



Slip-sliding nation

Is what they must do



Yes, it is what they must do

Under a deadened sky

Over the greying landscape

Sitting on a mountain

As I am a witness

I will stand aside

I turn a blind eye



I am feeling helpless

But it passes by



Is this a modern legend?

Maybe a fairy tale

Just a future requiem

Made of

Cutting along the fiction that we're



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