Sharper, faster, slick
endless tricks
always racing no time for pacing
days fly by and I wonder
Why I haven't felt a thing since Wednesday
The current had me pulsing
but stopped me feeling past impulsion
the infinite on a one track path...
where is the space to really GRASP?
the time to play and shape and mould
the time to breathe and stretch your soul?
I don't know and I don't care
cause I've got volts and volts of flare
the current never lulls
the fire never burns dim
when you're WIRED
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