As a sleeper in metropolis   You are insignificance   Dreams become entangled in the system      Environment moves over the sleeper:   Conditioned air   Conditions sedated breathing   The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh   Soft and warm   But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night      Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams   We fight our insignificance   The harder we fight   The higher the wall      Outside the cancerous city spreads   Like an illness   It's symptoms   In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations   Tailed by the silent spotlights   Of society created paranoia      No alternative could grow   Where love cannot take root   No shadows will replace   The warmth of your contact      Love is dead in metropolis   All contact through glove or partition   What a waste   The City -   A wasting disease