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I drown in the sound
In a sterile atmosphere
Down below the noise sphere
In sterile cold blue steel
Lifeless in time
A caress of cold, a caress of cold
The caress of a cold, blue light lamp
The stars ain't shining now
In this artificial sky
With electro-psychic storms
Where aseptic stillness is
I look for your hand somehow
But you cannot reach me here now
This mental-nowhere has closed its doors
Where life gives way to crying steel
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