.We're forced to be the riders of stained glass skies
Anyhow, anyway
We're forced to be the bridlers of flight of minds
Every time, every way
We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run it's own way
Cogwheel brains, petrified phrases
Functional powerslaves
Different tim.
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