Little metal boxes
Shiny and almost incandescent
Inside the eye of the storm.
An invisible man
The invincible hero
The solitary figure in a systematic jail.
As long as the human
Stays inside his brain
He will succeed and triumphantly prevail.
But it's no fun to run when you've got nowhere to go
The distance gets greater the more distance you go
No finish line in sight
The world ends tonight...
Save your soul.
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