Relations (Apollo had to break 'em) Creation (A gift, a blessing) Incarceration (What keeps you down) Determination (What gets you out) Equation (When they said you could make it) Humiliation (What you feel when they say it) Reincarnation (N-A-V) Situation (Why we've got to sing) Elation (Let the drummer kick, so many in need) Identification (Gives you the right to shoot) Retaliation (What would it do) Education (Gives you the right to choose) Inspiration (Is what pulls you through) No substitution (No substitute) Non-inclusion (You've got to bust through) Drug infusion (For the chosen few) Mass confusion (When they say that they died for you) Solution (It can take a hold of you) Conclusion Inspiration (Is what pulls you through) Surrealism style

A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he cut in Night City, and he'd still see the matrix in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void... The Sprawl was a long, strange way home now over the Pacific, and he was no Console Man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, hands clawed into the bedslab, temper foam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there. Surrealism style

*Neon* *Food* *Drinks* *Chairs* *Outdoors* *diner* Breakfast after a long night of trucking. Man in a detective hat sitting tired.

Don't fall from grace with open skies Leading the blind with open eyes No compromise Blood's thicker than water Blood's thicker than water. Surrealism style

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Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by students being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system.

Don't fall from grace with open skies Leading the blind with open eyes No compromise Blood's thicker than water Blood's thicker than water. Surrealism style

Disappointing change in seasons Cold has come again. Streets are flooded with excuses Stories never end. People walk in their delusion Wading through despair. We must come to stand as one And take the cross they bare. Surrealism style

Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head. Surrealism style

I serve my head up on a plate It's only comfort, calling late 'Cause there's nothing else to do Every me and every you. Surrealism style

Another love I would abuse No circumstances could excuse. Surrealism style

They say 'Freak' When you're singled out The red Well, it filters through. Surrealism style

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Sideview Silhouette by Gerald Brom, RGB neon-white Sci-fi Art, an female busty slender weightlifter, Lifting translucent giant melting clocks above her head instead of weights, flamboyant T-Shirt, hurry meditation stance, realistic, bold lines async, deep blacks, illuminated from behind,

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

This is a song about somebody else So don t worry yourself, worry yourself The devil s right there, right there in the details And you don t wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself By looking too closely By looking too closely No no no no & Surrealism style

Don't fall from grace with open skies No compromise Blood's thicker than water Blood's thicker than water. Oil bleeding earth. Surrealism style

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Never mind, death professor Your structure's fine, my dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next. Surrealism style

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*Neon* *Food* *Drinks* *Chairs* *Outdoors* *diner* Unfinished breakfast after a long working night. Poor young mother sitting alone tired. Clean but aged used clothing. Trousers. Tired face. Sitting at the table. Half body shot.

*Neon* *Food* *Drinks* *Chairs* *Outdoors* *diner* Detective in a detective hat chasing running after bad guys on the street. Action.

And I could be wrong about anybody else So don t fool yourself, fool yourself It s you right there, right there in the mirror You don t wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself By looking too closely Mmmmmmmm. Surrealism style

Where are we going now? Where do we go? Cause if it's the same as yesterday You know I'm out, just so you know. Surrealism style

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His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines. black, Surrealism style

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