So let me float away

Synchronised, They blind
ly live their lives, U
niformed marching
Uniformed, and marching.

They follow the beat
of a digital
pulse
Washed away by green
(Well, here it’s reds, blues
and oranges) Yet,
the black smoke from their
Exhaust pipes
Clog the walls
Of common lungs;
Stain the White with tar

Forward, they pull their masters along
Blindfolds on their eyes
All they see is one
Blinding
Choking
Cancerous
Green God –

– I don’t want to be like them,
No I don’t want to be like them no
I don’t want to be like them.

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