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Faded Paper Figures - Metropolis lyrics

Artist: Faded Paper Figures

album: Dynamo


Loud, subaltern city streets,
Bellies wild with discontent;
Tall, glass buildings, where we meet
Watching classes in descent
Whoever made these robot angels,
Made these urban trash crustaceans;
They occupy the same streets,
And we fill the day with locusts and magazines
Just south of here, utopia for sixty bones, euphoria
They're keeping cartoon main streets lit
And all these puppet cultures learn
Every first world has a third; only love escapes this glass metropolis
Now information without flesh
Means your body's just a drive,
Loading up with life and death:
The after-human has arrived
Melancholy and relief
For the things we never know,
A constellation of defeat
In this sidewalk shadow show
Whoever made these robot angels,
Made these urban trash crustaceans;
They occupy the same streets,
And we fill the day with locusts and magazines
Just south of here, utopia for sixty bones, euphoria
They're keeping cartoon main streets lit
And all these puppet cultures learn
Every first world has a third; only love escapes this glass metropolis
Let your eyes go
To Llano
Out the window
To the last maypole.

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