Rock Jaspis
CyanMystic -artificial dreams and violins

Walk along these city streets
Seeing people busy Pacing
Each with their own track
through Cracked city sidewalks
Aged city structure
Smoggy city air
Going here and there
Never seems to be a minute to spare
cars stream along
metal blood on concrete venes
The machine is busy racing
Gradually
The cracks and the leaks are showing
Urban decay
it's the modern way
this is gonna stay
Never seems to be a different way
we live in caves made of steel
raised by machines raised by machines
magnetic waves make us real
artificial dreams artificial dreams

follow down the corridor
with the pipes overhead
til you reach the hidden door
this is the final gate
use your key, use it now !
When the bell sounds again
gonna leave that maze
find another place
i'm awaking for a better day

we live in caves made of steel
raised by machines raised by machines
magnetic waves make us real
artificial dreams artificial dreams