Head low, head high
Red lines across the sky
Sold off, bought out
White lights in her eyes
I try, I try
And silhouettes smile
From corner shades
Meticulously cleaned
Our stupid dreams
And I, I tried
Finding lost in wires
Fallen silent spires
Mirror playing mockingly
Furtive eyes turn inwardly
And I, I lie
Fires in garbage cans
She has never fallen in
Spider's line surely woven
Far away and close within
I give, I try
Iron walls, waterfalls
Set in deep, set in low
Numbers cracked and yellow
Empty shopping malls
I fight, we die.
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