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Axel Maddin :

I hear her voice, she’s in my mind, she swallows me and spits me out.

I cannot hear and I am blind, she’s picturing their lives in her shout.

Fairwall street, there is a road.

A bio H-16 drives the elder for their last stroll.

Extermination process of the symbolic of growing old.

Clearing the system, they are shot and have their bodies dissolved.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, I see a minute of her life,

In front of me, stands a girl, she was a mother and wife.

But she can’t remember, all have been erased.

She forgot the love she gave.

It’s in her meal, filled with chemical substance.

A drug-addict, look at the shaking of her hands!

She only needs to play and food is her only game.

She doesn’t have to sleep and each day looks like the same.

I hear her voice, she’s in my mind, she swallows me and spits me out.

I cannot run, I cannot hide.

I look through the window, here it never rains.

They bypassed the seasons, a spring locked up in chains.

Breaking the cycles, avoid the changes.

Replace the things and just turn the pages.

No more breeding purpose but voluntary mothers.

Bring up the children in hidden secret centres.

They’re learning how to live, to live for the moment.

Drowning their origins in a perpetual present.