Faded Paper Figures - Metropolis Lyrics
Loud, subaltern city streets,bellies wild with discontent;tall, glass buildings, where we meetwatching 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, utopiafor sixty bones, euphoriathey're keeping cartoon main streets lit.And all these puppet cultures learnevery first world has a third;only love escapes this glass metropolis.Now information without fleshmeans your body's just a drive,loading up with life and death:the after-human has arrived.Melancholy and relieffor the things we never know,a constellation of defeatin this sidewalk shadow showWhoever 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, utopiafor sixty bones, euphoriathey're keeping cartoon main streets litAnd all these puppet cultures learnevery first world has a third;only love escapes this glass metropolis.Let your eyes goTo LlanoOut the windowTo the last maypole
