439676, Justin Banks - Techno City Blues Posted by Madvillain 626, Sun Mar-08-09 07:17 PM
Faces buried in the wires Pistons grind till souls are tired To and fro with minds dimmed low Push the gears with nowhere to go
Down they march with sore-tipped shoes Eyes peer down, they don't know who Hands rotate on un-set clocks Wait to be woke by fine-tuned shocks
As time salts soil on land of dreams A precise, unflinching life unfolds The conqueror smirks with eyes that gleam As doldrums pulsate in spirits cold
A face down turned just cannot see The wonder of Earth that ceased to be Emotion, a curse in Babylons of new The Techno City Blues
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