Machina Mimesis (In The Corner Cafe) lyrics

Nothing less than the sound of footsteps
Condensing into a shape.
Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings.
Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. They are filth.
And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their
Own art - this easily percepted. Within the 4 years
Of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo. It all meant little, if
Nothing What is the frase I look for... Chaotic Dementh.
Ah yes indeed. Been there before, fair lady? A Copper medal I won
At the chill-kill that day: Putrid Run, Salt... Torment,
Thirst. Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in
The aftermath of their own cold war. Neo-colonialistic freaks,
Says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish - in cataleptic
Disorders. An apparatus of something, don t really know what,
Remnant of the good that succumbed in man once? The absolute
Legion of oddity. Now guess what in the world machina mimesis is?
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