Irritating Rational Concentration (optimized)
Zito
no prod
no shot
no group
2005
no Pouët link
we dreamt to become heroes
spending night after night
in front of flickering monitors,
linked tv-sets, interfaces

we played with the holy youth
eternal burning hologram roses
with textures as winter overcoats
a hand instead of kisses

but who still cares
when i leave the lines

we lost our childhood
moving, spreading, copying
dead in the morning, pills at noon
nowhere a place of sufficient size

we were maiden criminals
hunting for the ultimate truth
while neonlights hide the world outside
we kept on waiting for the done-button to press

you can't stop us delivering information
you can't take coder`s hands and make them wings

but i don't care anymore
so i am leaving the lines tonight
Provided by: dirtie

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