(24 hours a day - worldwide)      the mind is in control of the city from its divinity   to the vanity, the unholy sub-urban trinity   how pretty, the city, but pity the ones in its web   hoping they fled from June back to February   the unnecessary variations of nothing very elementary   primary objective that no one can hear, very severe   revere the rhythm of metropolitan fear   the tempo is set in the network of traffic lights near   people like mountain deer fear wandering in the clear   existence depending on a light only visible from a distance   faces of solitude in resistance   the thesis, anti-thesis, synthesis   a rap dialect of rec-record releases   thoughts deconstructed into thin pieces   still while the element of skill increases      tic-toc I'm losing seconds every second   and I reckon the tic-toc is like   the sound of the rhyme of the weapon of time   letting the crime pass, forgetting the time cast   harassed to fast, making the moment last   gotta notice the line from where the boldest will find   everything they seek as the oldest in line   the predetestined sign to go testing, trying   and you know you can't tell if they're resting or dying   this city can only breathe through graffiti and oak trees   note please the treaty immediately evoke these   memories of summer breeze and sunshine   I hope these are the memories that once shine like a punchline   through the lazy hours of lunchtime or breakfast   champions quietly getting reckless   the diamond neckless syndrome that might infect us   intoned correctness, the homo erectus      toxic osmosis of musically venomous elements   is the natural result of the most recent developments   like elephants running through the streets and settlements   no eloquence, every single word is without relevance   the prevalence of mass hysteria ever growing   lyrical dams to prevent the rhyme flowing   and the deeper the darkness the brighter the glowing   of knowing the answer before the wind starts blowing   so you run from everything you can't quite conceive   and relieve the mind from the stress   leave behind the rest, be divine to vest    the interest into nothing but the monetary gains you invest   the artist formerly known as Metropolis   a goddess, topless, chocolate apocalypse   modest reckless regards to the gods, what are the odds?   greeting cards from the foot of the Acropolis