Resurrection Dream - Part 1
Paris Texas taken to technological extremes Communication without pain. As we type We watch you Your movements Your smiles We hear your voice from our speakers We can say Whatever we want No fear of reprisals You don’t know who we are. Are we in search of a life Or just passing the time One thing I know You will live forever Deep in my hard drive This is my Resurrection Dream.
I like to turn off the volume Listen to music instead Playing along to your disembodied dance Aimee Mann telling me I have no choice Softly in the background At times like this It’s easy to believe Your words appear on my screen Giving me connection You answer what I type Who needs reality? I can smoke without complaint Let’s face it You can’t smell it My window’s wide open The trees blocking the graveyard Letting the spirits listen to Aimee Whilst I feel full again. It’s not a life Maybe just existing But it help’s to pass the time Whilst we wait to be reborn My Resurrection Dream.
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