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Theatre Of Tragedy - Exile

Exile
Theatre Of Tragedy
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Synchronise the flow of intersections,
Catalogue all still heartbeats,
Franchise the machinations of
The bourgeois-fangled reverie.
Gleaming in flamboyancy,
Resign to solid chrome.
Ohmic opposition is futile,
And impedes upon ideas worthwhile.
Delicate, infallible construction.
We know now what destructiveness comes from.

We are living –
There's no deed in indulgence...
A faded glory,
Relying on "Me and Mine"
The exile from human ecstasy,
To a place where we're engineered.

Seminars on entangled escalators,
Meetings with silent translators,
A flashback of dystopia,
Warning in sleep with a recurring trace.
All the fragments and segments
Of fluid sequences,
The pretence of a universal race
Not made of metal is moot.
Delicate, infallible construction,
We know now what destructiveness comes from.

We are living –
There's no deed in indulgence...
A faded glory,
Relying on "Me and Mine"
The exile from human ecstasy,
To a place where we're engineered.

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