Individuals run for cover For the multitudes of thoughtless clones Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass
Individuals hide in fear Under cover, sheltered by the wafer Thin veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence
Individuals, nowhere to be seen...
Urbana is oozing Like a bloated carcass, with maggots Cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat
Oozing, with progeny writhing And desperate for input from Someone more determined, someone more determined
Congregating in invisible circles Half a part and half apart All too aware of the insignificance Pushing on with soul and heart
Individuals don't pray for forgiveness When pinned up against the wall Under siege of persecution, under seige of persecution
Individuals command exception And accept dichotomy Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore
Procreation without gain or purpose Languid wills and torpid minds Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time You take yours and I'll keep mine
Individual!
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