Talk to the screen, boy
splinter the green, boy – run!
and while we’re waiting to feel the sunlight
and while he’s running so far from home
and while we welcome the same old morning
our dreamer walks alone
bury your spleen, boy
feed the machine, boy – run!
slave to the grind, boy
ashgrey in mind, boy – run!
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