They’re coming through in waves
In the rear-view mirror
Their faces all on fire
Look at them behind us
Soon to be far ahead

And they’re oh so much like us
But we’ll never ever know them
Mannequins so alive
Sealed in metal cocoons

Racing towards the sunset
As if they could really reach it
Faces all on fire
In the rear-view mirror
They’re coming through in waves


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04/25/2025

Posted on 04/25/2025
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