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down!
Like a shadow in a
Watching all the blues and
As I from the glare of a monitor screen
Run fast!
Like a in a subway
Try to remain
As I hide the glare of the T.V. screen

We're all in
of the core collective
We're all in
to the cause we've been selected for...Elected for

still!
Like a in the firewall
Watching all the and greens
As I listen to the rhythm of the fax

will I be when winter comes again?
And we're up in furs, and life has begun again

And it hurts to be from you
From the world you so well

What will I be the summer comes once more?
And naked and weak in the eye of the sun once more
all sucked in...

"Leave it on the net" demands the
"No room for slaves to tech reform"
Maybe there's a way to save the
He could make it to the hills and ride out the

"Formulas are set" the analyst
"This is the for everyone"
we can hide, continue to exist
With a crate of water and a sawn off shot gun

Try to - Don't look into his eyes
Try to stay alive - Don't look into his dead, dead

You can me codes
From the of a chat room
In your grey clothes
I have looked into soul
into your soul!

I'm sitting with my head in the
Waiting for some of a ghost or a little green man
Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic
And the bass heavy
That ooze from the in the wood
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no....Was this meant to be?

I'm on the floor with the book in my hand
Dreaming of the in a way that only children can
And I for the emanating sounds from the hidden choirs
The message in the valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no...Was this ever to be?

To think it has to this
by indifference
Underlying waves of
Such arrogant self
Too far we traveled out
Nervous in our
Ordinary
and events
Now is a time of fears
Emotions run high and tears are shed

He has the of a friend
And reach across the world into every home
We him in and offer no defense
And with every given soul he for his throne
He has the of an Angel
As he leads us in the
we find ourselves...alone!

So we're standing in the
Staring at the shadows and the falling
Prisoners forever in the
all the pictures be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we really learn?
Did we never really
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of high tech lies
The few that see the world beyond the
Must march on through the
Of fantasy, false images, and