a'tris
Automatic Doors
As the light hurt your wrinkled eyesYou're not alone or abided in timeDo you ever wonder what's beyond The checkout line excated, thoughHey, man, what's up?I'm feeling under the weatherUnder the weatherBeyond the counter lightBeyond the automatic doorsBut you, too, may find it difficultTo leave here once you're standing front ofOutside this enriched boxThere's only pain and despairBut do you really want to leave the safety of this place?I thought soWe are, we are a part of meWe are the exchange, the part of the dataWe form a sound which causes progessCauses growth and yields improvements In the production of white-sheet crowsIn which I stand with my dollar The devils and the dollarThe devils and the dollarAnd I'm so proud of it
From Letras Mania