Artificial Sea (The)
Gloryhole
Gloryhole, motherlode; it's endless,you're colorless, odorless, freefallbrilliant narcissistLike a shot in the darkfrom our heavy, heavy hands -it hits hard and they feel the shockGloryhole, motherlode; it's endlessand I saw a sign, it said'the future is right this way'So you get behind the barricadesUnless you want to play the war gameWe are allthe stars ofall the conversations
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