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call this cult a symptom of the cybernation; the networks that we build upon wires...I can't get a hold of myselfI've been searching for signs of intelligent life (forms)but as twilight breaks, this electrolumiscape conveys the human race in alienating ways and you say, "look at all the emptiness between the planets and the stars"or it seems that way -- here in Los Angelesa web of tangled concrete shifts beneath my feetand it's all temporary...we move from shades of grey to brownan endless zombie waltz among the crowda state separated by the perception of time and spacepeople here are dreamers...or just delusionalI can't seem to go either waybut either way, every day goes on as the one before well, somewhere we detached ourselves between the rail and the flying caror it seems that way -- here in Los Angelesconversations: carried by invisible wavesbut I still can't touch your face from heremother, I know this is foreign and strange to you but I promise we will not stray too farmother, I know, this is foreign and strange to you but I promise we will not stray, too0111011010111011101110110101 From Letras Mania