A bank of broken telephones
Eating coins as we call home
Giving no signal or dial tone
We are so desperate down here
That we keep trying year after year
That we pay some deceiver
When he waves the receiver
And says we should be believers
Of his link with the father
When he is alone like any other
When my systems fail and I go offline
Don’t waste a second of your time
Trying to reach me
I’ll have left these cares behind
No forwarding address left to find
Just mental photos of me
I will state it lest you read me wrong
There are no messages from beyond
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