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Unseen The In The City

It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right We're collecting

this country's waste we consume so much in this rat race (the city is a) human breeding ground of exploitation but I won't become jaded IN THE CITY

this country's waste we consume so much in this rat race (the city is a) human breeding ground of exploitation but I won't become jaded IN THE CITY

my spine Can you read my mind? Can you read my mind? The teenage queen, the loaded gun The drop dead dream, the Chosen One A southern drawl, the world unseen A city

land The midnight gang's assembled And picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city light

sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands

like shakespeare with blue chrome behind your ear My george washington robe, I still travel the globe On pan-am airflights, I roll in cities after midnight

dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms Capture my thoughts Carry them away Nature seems to spin a supernatural way Mystic rhythms Under city

the job clock in an hour And how are we the ones who powered these machines And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens The unseen