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• Artiste: Gatherers
• Titre: A Reverie In Mass Transit
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We couldn’t stay awake Counting from one hundred Complete strangers in the windows of a train headed for derailment “Man, what a pitiful dream..” you turned and said to me “I swear to God I could hear static in their screams, their faces cut from magazines” Divide Repeat A makeshift identity pulsing like a cable release Handprints waving on the station tile remind us of existence We play hostage to the glow, burying our heads in the feed Throw us to the jaws of our own device Throw us to the jaws of our own device Throw us to the jaws of our own device Now we laugh at our despair Shaking on display for a crowd “Watch me now as I am mangled by the dogs Go on, take your cameras out” Your pick-me-up; I drown Your pick-me-up; I drown We couldn’t find a way out of this pollution Our days are numbered, scratched into the paint Full disintegration “Man, what a pitiful dream” you turned and said to me “I swear to God I could I hear static as they screamed” “Is anybody listening?”