On the run for these Gods
We hardly could see
Called the System or Power
Or Religion or greed
We are met by procedures
By your angels in blue
With no fucking idea
About what or bout whomTo make us feel at home
We are put behind bars
To narrow for daylight
To wide for the stars
But were merely strangers
No aliens, you know
So dont close your eyes
Cause they wont let us showNo paradise for usSome nice civil servants
Accidentally smiled
They call us by numbers
Send us back as a file
The cleaner the skill
The smoother the lie
The softer the kill
And still silent they cry
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