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Bluelight Crew
The whirring of the fridge as it sustains the stuff of life
The rush of conditioned air that normalizes the room
The clacking of the keys signifying work
Or maybe it shows that your friends are back in "town"
Some say it possesses and engulfs the lives entranced
And others speak of knowing too much and access their own hate
Yet other try to be "wrong" or "right" and try to force a winning fight
I see no struggle here...
The whir, the rush, the clack, the "town"; The possessing engulfing
The ignorant hate
The wrong, the right, the winning fight are just aspects of being sane
The sparks in technology are not quite dead
They may not be organic but they soar up ahead
They fuse with the body, the soul, and the mind
They're used to destroy and to also be kind
The sparks of the Divine present in all that's machine
Used by most murders, and by souls that are clean
It's living and lifeless, an investment by far
They enable to let us be more than we are
The rush of conditioned air that normalizes the room
The clacking of the keys signifying work
Or maybe it shows that your friends are back in "town"
Some say it possesses and engulfs the lives entranced
And others speak of knowing too much and access their own hate
Yet other try to be "wrong" or "right" and try to force a winning fight
I see no struggle here...
The whir, the rush, the clack, the "town"; The possessing engulfing
The ignorant hate
The wrong, the right, the winning fight are just aspects of being sane
The sparks in technology are not quite dead
They may not be organic but they soar up ahead
They fuse with the body, the soul, and the mind
They're used to destroy and to also be kind
The sparks of the Divine present in all that's machine
Used by most murders, and by souls that are clean
It's living and lifeless, an investment by far
They enable to let us be more than we are
