Heading towards the shining light
The one that would cure all darkness
Your life whizzing past you
The blinkers keep you on track
Alone on a crowded road
Other bots looking for their own lighthouses
Heading towards your salvation
At last you'll be able to get the answer
Pick up hitchhikers on the way
Feel alive in their presence
You ar no longer sure if you want to keep running
Blasphemy...drop them off, they are slowing you down
Stop to take a breather
Take out the plastic that defines your worth
Your royal fatness not fitting into what you want
Well burning more plastic will save your soul
And then you are in its presence
Like a deer caught in the headlights
Well what am I supposed to do now?
Look for the next flickering light and run...
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