Can you feel my life
or is that another lie that we can
slip into. Are you red blue green
or just another rusted
Gear softly under a blonde wig
speeds by on a shiny price.
Slips of time
measure into this and it's 5 AM
I haven't slept and do you still feel me
or is that just
Game we play to convince our machines
that there is nothing wrong
. Geared lines shift through chemical impurities
But feel so right when you force them in.
and find cracks of grass
In your heart and we still believe that forward is under the yellow cloud
The roar and purr of metal cats
quicken the hunt aimlessly
In space like a group of comets
burning in the air of our
Is that us baby or are we stars shining in electric prisons
The 18x pulls in the chill wind
but I'm still warm by your light
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