Synchronise the flow of intersections
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Catalogue all still heartbeats
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Franchise the machinations of
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The bourgeois-fangled reverie
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Gleaming in flamboyancy
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Resign to solid chrome
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Ohmic opposition is futile
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And impedes upon ideas worthwhile
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Delicate, infallible construction
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We know now what destructiveness comes from
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We are living - there's no deed in indulgence
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A faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine'
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The exile from human ecstasy
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To a place where we're engineered
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Seminars on entangled escalators
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Meetings with silent translators
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A flashback of dystopia
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Warning in sleep with a recurring trace
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All the fragments and segments
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Of fluid sequences
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The pretence of a universal race
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Not made of metal is moot
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Delicate, infallible construction
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We know now what destructiveness comes from
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Exile
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
