Microphones are functioning as ears
Speakers are functioning as brains
Car horns are gutteral primal voices
Barking the ethics of wasted time
While the precipice gapes at pedestrians
The sucking vortex of Hell
Looks like cracks in the sidewalk by the light of day
Looks like cracks in the sidewalk by the dark of night
Camouflaged reality evades passers-by
Thunder in the distance just sounds like thunder to their ears
Human laughter just sounds like human laughter
Anguished cries just sound like anguished cries
You can hear them all on TV anytime
"Reality is old hat
But there is no other"
That's what they say in the city
That's what they believe
That's what they've been told.

From Victims of the Age
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