Night in a city of artificial light

Breathing in the luminous vapor that tastes like vanilla While looking at illuminating our neon skyline Since the moon and stars are veiled with the aluminium ceilings Pastel rain that tastes of iron drips down from the blank sky Seeing people as mannequins with implanted violet eyes The brand-new craze in this blind and crazy world I would guess With those in dark alleys selling a pink drink called “Rose Stardust” A substance to give someone a kick since football is banned Wearing my blue satin jacket while walking from my doctor Hearing preachers in white preaching about “Moonlit Visions” Some visions, or gnosis they call it, of some strange outside world I ignore them and continue with my neon lit day Is this city of iron skyscrapers what we wanted Is there a world of sunlight outside this neon light city