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by Chris Buckley

Across the galaxy, we run and we flee
In a silent motion, but no one is free
Everywhere is nowhere, still no one is close
A slave to the many, but a friend still to most

But look through the spy glass, where everyone's to trust
In a world so perfect even diamonds would rust
The smiles just fragments of what they should be
Yet still all the faces are sculpted with glee

But look away from this place, for it is a must
To see your dreams blow away with the dust
For the moral is that no matter where you hide
The man will always be there, disguised for your demise