I run around this city,
and I'm looking at her, but she only sees herself.
Too hungry to think straight, late,
for school again.
The more clocks I see, the less time I have.
This is as natural as the orange juice the machine owes me,
oooh I'm sorry, I didn't feed you enough coins,
I hope you enjoy them,
I sold my life for them.
Supply the chain with another link,
It pulls me tighter to you.
Are we in love or are we just commiserating,
You understand me, finally,
because we're worn as shoes.
We're worn as soles.
as
our
souls

just worn assholes
input input input
output outlook
front to back
mother of the world
self cleaning mechanism
born to a system
pray to your religion

who chose this
superimposed this
encoded deciphered decoded
feed the loop
its all been done before.

Google knows what you like better than most of your friends.
Facebook is why your heart feels broken.
Don't worry though,
its all been done before.