https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QT5RXyCBXM&feature=em-upload_owner
Wild Wolds by Aussie Mark Smith in this Hard Rock Song.

BLACK WINDOWS OF FACELESS WALLS
COUNTLESS DOORS ALONG POLISHED HALLS
PUPPETS CONTROLLED BY SWITCHBOARD WIRES
WITH EVERY PUNCH TRYING TO ELEVATE HIGHER

FLOORS OF INTRICATE NOMINAL DIMENSIONS
STACKED CONCRETE UPRIGHT EXTENSIONS
FORMING A COLLECTION OF IMPERSONALITY
HEADING TOWARDS A LOVE OF CRUSHING FATALITY TAKE ME TO YOUR MASTER TAKE ME TO YOUR QUEEN SHOW ME YOUR' DISASTER WHERE SANITY HASN'T BEEN

THE ENDLESS TRAIL OF FEATURELESS FACES
HURRYING TO LABOUR WITH QUICKENING PACES
LADEN WITH THE BURDEN OF LINGERING LOYALTY
MECHANICAL MERCENARIES OF IRONIC IDENTITY (REPEAT CHORUS)

ENDEAVORING TO SATISFY THEIR INSATIABLE APPETITE
DOMINATED TO THE EXTENT OF FRUITLESS FIGHT
THEIR APPETITE MULTIPLIES AND DECREASES THEIR HUMANITY
TO ABDUCT THEM AS PRISONERS OF THE CONCRETE CALAMITY (CHORUS

Last edited by Barry David Butler; 08/14/17 01:32 AM.