the clock ticks, and the horns honk.
The cars they drive past me
And the freeway takes me nowhere.
Take my hand because the preacher says
It will save our souls.
Rest is where she is.
Free from the move.
If you know what I mean.
Change it all and do not
Sit with the devil. Make
Your deficiencies bold.
Create a wave of the
Fake empire.
This is a story that goes nowhere.
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Image: No, I do not..., Digital Output 2008
