Plasticine

Spring in the wind with pennies in my palm Dogs bark to wailing alarms Mother dreamt of calm We weren't born into art We were sold for parts and left Yet we were handsome and we held hope And ran the street on an empty gloat Theft means you're broke But it's different strokes For different folks I'd do it all again I'd do it all again How can I stop myself, from order of artificial intelligence? And how can I stop myself? Won't you throw me a line? Won't you throw me a line? I'm in awe of phase-based news and I know it's flawed And I'm bored of the sordid softcore porn I've been placed on this platform And if you're inactive for days you're no longer half-famous I've fallen to craters of dangerous places Adverts are television and algorithms are like plasticine Throw me to chastity, happily challenge me or dance with me Shut down your computer And shut down the asylum I said shut down your computer And shut down the asylum How can I stop myself, from order of artificial intelligence? And how can I stop myself? Won't you throw me a line? Won't you throw me a line? Black snow falls it's received with thank yous Chaos is a virtue here Specular reflection sneers droops your features like Clay endearing to our fears You here the pistol squeal Epileptic drain lids the disruption of schizophrenic hydrants defies silence Then a hum in the latter of the tunnel You spend your days planned With will to make grands Stranded in the middle of the wasteland Wishing to see the pearly gates stand And there waits your offering from loving grey hands How can I stop myself, from order of artificial intelligence? And how can I stop myself? Won't you throw me a line? Won't you throw me a line?