As a sleeper in metropolis you are insignificance

Dreams become entangled in the system

Environment moves over the sleeper

Conditioned air conditions sedated breathing

The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh

Soft and warm

But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night

Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams

We fight our insignificance the harder we fight

The higher the wall

Outside the cancerous city spreads

Like an illness it's symptoms

In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations

Tailed by the silent spotlights of society created paranoia

No alternative could grow where love cannot take root

No shadows will replace the warmth of your contact

Love is dead in metropolis

All contact through glove or partition

What a waste the city a wasting disease