Your eyes reflect the fire that burns this city.
The tall buildings reach for the air above the smoke.
The sky will never clear.
A trumpet sounds the revolution.
The streets are crowded with the expressionless armies.
Straight from the mouths of corporations into their brain.
The tall buildings reach for the air above the smoke.
The sky will never clear.
A trumpet sounds the revolution.
The streets are crowded with the expressionless armies.
Straight from the mouths of corporations into their brain.
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