Bosse-de-Nage - The Industry Of Distance | Текст песни

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Observe your years of anonymous industry from a distance
You exist suspended in the fumes of a postulated hell
Where fatigue and despair are unchecked:
The city’s streets are filled with people in a tableau of routine
One day, you trip on a broken road and they scream and cry
You settle waist deep in their insults while
Your life’s work is scattered by their stinking breaths
Remember that you existed in the same place one year ago, ten
years ago, etc.
Escape quickly into a proliferation of momentary rooms
Choose the room where you will become a corpse on a bed and
Wait for your moments of anonymous sleep to gather close then
expand lengthwise
The people will remember you for your large nose and receding chin.

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