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Raining as always, the city is in pain, almost dead |
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Artificial lighting trying to revive the dreary scene |
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The land is cold, sun is behind a toxic veil |
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A raped city gives no shelter for the weak |
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Machines' low hum is constant, echoing in the streets |
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Air's been still for ages 'cos the wind is dead |
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My mother gave birth to me from a microwave womb |
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But I wasn't synchronized with abstract times |
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Grew up with the rain, never saw the sun |
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Neurotic climate really got to me |
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Tasted the cruel world with innocent eyes |
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The sucked all it's additive to my synthetic brain |
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Chemical showers keep me nervous and the skin is burning |
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Remote control changing the channels in my head |
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Won't close my eyes, programmed myself to maximize |
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The anxiety, still I know I don't belong here |
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Take my oxygen mask, I wanna go our for a ride |
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I know it's after curfew but I have to change the scene |
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Glide through the bleak landscape with no destination |
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Just trying to keep myself together, I'm about to erupt |
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Got a skin made of concrete, a plastic heart inside |
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The only problem is I don't fit in |
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Switch myself invisible, use the radar look |
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Observing the view from the outside |
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Inhumanity is all I find much too fierce to me |
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It's late and I'm tired |
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On my way home I'll see |
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No friend |
