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Closed bank on Regent street
Helpless crowds on hundreds feet
Tin of useless bankomats
Carrying banner rubbish add
Daily nightmare, evening dream
Dying sunlight sliding beam
Newsprint promises, bulk spamming
Chaos coming, chaos coming
Gravitation pressing more
Broken glasses empty store
Sadden dump of traffic sound
Sand clock's turn to push last count
Politicians splashing stars
Heavy fire flying sparks
Grey priest quick to cut last amen
Chaos coming, chaos coming