Текст песни Sleeper in Metropolis - Anne Clark
                                                As 
                                                    a 
                                                sleeper 
                                                in 
                                                metropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                insignificance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dreams 
                                                become 
                                                entangled 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                system
 
                                    
                                
                                                Environment 
                                                moves 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                sleeper
 
                                    
                                
                                                Conditioned 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                Conditions 
                                                sedated 
                                                breathing
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sensation 
                                                of 
                                                viscose 
                                                sheets 
                                                on 
                                                naked 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soft 
                                                and 
                                                warm
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                lonesome 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                blackened 
                                                ocean 
                                                of 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Confined 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                helpless 
                                                safety 
                                                of 
                                                desires 
                                                and 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                fight 
                                                our 
                                                insignificance
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                harder 
                                                we 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                higher 
                                                the 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Outside 
                                                the 
                                                cancerous 
                                                city 
                                                spreads
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                an 
                                                illness
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                symptoms
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                cars 
                                                that 
                                                cruise 
                                                to 
                                                inevitable 
                                                destinations
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tailed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                silent 
                                                spotlights
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                society 
                                                created 
                                                paranoia
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                alternative 
                                                could 
                                                grow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                love 
                                                cannot 
                                                take 
                                                root
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                shadows 
                                                will 
                                                replace
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                warmth 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                contact
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                is 
                                                dead 
                                                in 
                                                metropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                contact 
                                                through 
                                                glove 
                                                or 
                                                partition
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                City 
                                                -
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                wasting 
                                                disease
 
                                    
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