Metropolis - Faded Paper Figures

Loud subaltern city streets

Bellies wild with discontent

Tall glass buildings where we meet

Watching classes in descent

Whoever made these robot angels

Made these urban trash crustaceans

They occupy the same streets

And we fill the day with locusts and magazines

Just south of here utopia

For sixty bones euphoria

They're keeping cartoon main streets lit

And all these puppet cultures learn

Every first world has a third

Only love escapes this glass metropolis

Now information without flesh

Means your body's just a drive

Loading up with life and death:

The after-human has arrived

Melancholy and relief

For the things we never know

A constellation of defeat

In this sidewalk shadow show

Whoever made these robot angels

Made these urban trash crustaceans

They occupy the same streets

And we fill the day with locusts and magazines

Just south of here utopia

For sixty bones euphoria

They're keeping cartoon main streets lit

And all these puppet cultures learn

Every first world has a third

Only love escapes this glass metropolis

Let your eyes go

To Llano

Out the window

To the last maypole