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from the violence
The streets are full of robotics
They share one conscious
Independence is nonsense to these projects
Born an object to protect those

We try to celebrate em as more than just simple objects
But during the ceremony they become the trophies in the process
Try to convince me they're

Immaturity, eternity churns inside me, only nineteen
These young eyes only see so far behind the smoke screen
But I've seen decimated forests fight to high

source many shadows
Cement jungle hustle bustle
Too busy for the shadows
Defeat in my seat
Makin statements on a phone screen
Mainstreams swimming up