Days drag on drowned in discontent like teeth scraped against the shallow freeway.
Stranggled by the out streched skyscrapors routed in the concrete earth
and forget whether there was reason.
Have you seen nostalgia through the looking glass?
Did reality rise in the strangers eye...?
Society's licked the canvas clean,
no risking threat of infected plates.
Trade in all you passion and insentive for our synthetic stability.
Taste the saftey in numbers for living lost.
Its not the material thats lacks,
but the thirst to build an empire.
Is it that your bored of living?
Or were you just reported missing?
