out into the street i flow
im not sure, ive nowhere to go
i see people fly by yet i am so slow
its a color expozay - a blurry show
we wont walk, wont laugh, wont play
we just want to get out - shot today
in my head a part is dead
what im fed its not being read
so i pull down the stars
white pin points pricking the crowd
crowd of colour garish
melt them al into single units
its just more organised that way
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