Faded Paper Figurines
Metropolis
Loud, subaltern city streetsBellies wild with discontentTall, glass buildings, where we meetWatching classes in descentWhoever made these robot angelsMade these urban trash crustaceansThey occupy the same streetsAnd we fill the day with locusts and magazinesJust south of here, utopiaFor sixty bones, euphoriaThey're keeping cartoon main streets litAnd all these puppet cultures learnEvery first world has a thirdOnly love escapes this glass metropolisNow information without fleshMeans your body's just a driveLoading up with life and deathThe after-human has arrivedMelancholy and reliefFor the things we never knowA constellation of defeatIn this sidewalk shadow showLetras de cancionesWhoever made these robot angelsMade these urban trash crustaceansThey occupy the same streetsAnd we fill the day with locusts and magazinesJust south of here, utopiaFor sixty bones, euphoriaThey're keeping cartoon main streets litAnd all these puppet cultures learnEvery first world has a thirdOnly love escapes this glass metropolisLet your eyes goTo LlanoOut the windowTo the last maypole
From Letras Mania