I silently stumble through mazes of buildings.
My hands in my pocket, numb from all feeling.
I find myself lost in familiar streets.
Shuffling my feet, tap dancing on the fucking concrete.
This city speaks, though the words are rarely kind.
I'm half asleep, oblivious to the daily grind.
While all these fucking sheep just keep, swallowing the same old lies.
Yeah all these fucking sheep just keep, following the same old lines.
And I just breeze by...
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