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Echos of what was Kowloon, plugged in and left to waste

Like Gibson’s vivid warnings, a price we’re forced to pay

Blinded with endless visions, we cum and binge and feast

Despair glossed over with the / shine of machined deceit

Rats within these walls

Scratch and bite and claw

They gnaw and burrow deep

We are the rats within these walls

This pen that grows around us, the interlocking chain

These rotted, cobbled ramparts and rusted barricades

That blot out light and constrain, a vision gone awry

Has wrapped themselves around this until our will subsides

The mounting, crushing weight

And fleeting anguished cries

New numbing comforts when

The horrors cannot be denied

The hopeless reaching to

The empty endless skies

New cloying luxuries

Ensure their ultimate demise