Numbers ain't so cool when the old dogs start learning new tricks
They dig the bones they had kept hidden
But words don't mean a thing as they're said without vowels
Of whose reflection does the image make
His golden ears bear infinite ringing
From non-linear beams
Beyond the voice that which calls him
But forms don't mean a thing
As they're shaped by their angles
Of whose reflection does the image make
When does a man see his face on another
Does anyone know when clay turns to gold
He may have crossed the wrong bridges and burned the right roads
Would words reveal when there are none to show
Drawn to the unknown
He dreads to live among the living
Please take him there
Where machines won't stop dreaming
But noise don't mean a thing
When they're heard not in silence
Of whose reflection does the frequency make
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