Text: Archive. Londinium.

Energy from every pore
Make what you will
Are you with or without?
The force cannot be blamed

Just the hunger or greed
Supplying the ugly drive
Dirty water, no profit to supply
That round traveled far too long

In every direction you turn
Touch fire and burn
To earn self recognition over all
Preoccupy your nonsense

Plead my inner sense
Savor this aroma of a new experience
High intelligence bound for the underground
We burrow deep down

I originate like the word 'Individual'
Visual, visionary I vary
And all for see my eye view
Multiply through the big bad city
With a human emotion running wild

Not fit for the child of all ages
Accelerate speed of life
Moving closer to the center
Enter at your own if you will

Still the hustling, bustling, busy bee hive is alive
And kicking I'm picking the moment
I gotta get away from this monotonous, call the capital
'L' loving every minute that I'm in it

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