Vicarious

Zombies on parade
Searching for a fix
Fearing not the bliss
But the opium of the new age

Fear the junkies of TV
Of stereo and PC
They won't pause for some hope
Meeting an untimely end

Seek not the truth that is
But the truth that fits
Feed not on reality
But on apathy
   nonsense for anyone, after all

   "Much better you than I"

The world is hostile
So seductive for a ride
Upon the grey colours
Of a sky discarded

Signs of lobotomy
A pair of implicit seduction
   by the needle
A feel of rosy lips
That we'll never feel again

A stare into nothing
Two blank eyes
Of a piercing gaze
That wards us so much
In a time we try not to be alive


And
Well
We live
A life that is alive
No more

Stat Roma pristina nominae

Sed

Non nomina nuda tenemus

Autem

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