My intuition lacks of rhythm
I am like a passenger
On a slow train on a jet plane
Approaching the crossing
I don't worry about the future
For what changes it might bring
Bureaucratic politicians
Unfeeling, deceiving
Inside this anesthetic energy,
I feel so good together with my greed
It's just like blood's injected into my knees
I guess it's symptomatic for my breed
I've become an urban addict
Self-sufficient of my needs
Neo-plastic information
Instant, abundance
Anorectic self-inflictors
In excessive quantities
Supersocial in-romantics
Euphoric, pragmatic
