SAM PHİLLİPS - Cruel Inventions - Sözleri

Two men with empty pockets put lipstick on a little girl

And another dream goes by

They make her ride the rockets

That fall into a sea of pearl

And another dream goes by



Power stealing through

Fading out of view

Our cruel inventions



The beat generation all got on the morning train

And another dream goes by

They left me at the station

Breathing dust from hopeless rain

And another dream goes by



Un-invent the wheel of endless greed

Let conscience run like a river like a dreamer



A world of elevators with music like magazines

And another dream goes by

Magnetic separators divided by a wall of screens

And another dream goes by








		
			



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