Escalator Shrine

We are escalator walkers

In the brand new temple

Came to reshape identities

Shed our skins

Be reborn

And feel the same

That no one here is real

We are moving standees

In the shrine of choices

Incarcerated between floors of

Hope and disappointment

We feel the same

That no one here is real

We feel the same

That nothing here is still

We are stairway drifters

Made of cyber paper

Google boys and wiki girls

Children of the self care

We come to pray every single training day

Looking for a chance to survive

Buying reduced price illusions

Floating into another light

Melting into another lonely crowd

We feel the same

That no one here is real

We feel the same

That nothing here is still

Used to have our love

And now

Disposable needs

Used to have our souls

And now

Refined new skins

Take

Use

Throw away

Forget

Dragging our feet

Tired and deceived

Slowly moving on

Bracing shaky legs

Against all those wasted years

We roll the boulders of sins

Up a hill of new days

In the arms of the setting sun

Our burdens cast shadows over fiery ground

Catching final rays

We try to reach the journey's end

Before the sun will die

We sense we're almost there

But the night comes too soon

And we crawl in the dark

Not ready to face up

To unknowing lies

We ache to go back

But we can't stop

So we walk ahead