steel is circulating

the air is cold

mirrors reflecting

the sky

skyscrapers

cover the sun

a huge machinery

slowly rotates

I close my eyes

my thoughts become wings

I fly high in the sky

you are already waiting

we kiss us in the clouds

the future is rotating

the cold bites

all of us in uniforms

like robots

movements equated

here is mind control

you're violating virtual morality

corporal punishment

sets in now

the pain pulsates

my thoughts become wings

I fly high in the sky

you are already waiting

we kiss us in the clouds

the future is rotating