synthetic prayer

Dawn cracks the dark And it breaks the silence Of my waking hours And my heartbeat's license. For I hate the trees And I hate the flowers And I hate the buildings And the way they tower over me.

guttural glitter glitch, like tears in rain

That day may seem like other days Once more we feel the tiny-legged trepidations Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear But that day will have no others after No more worlds like this will follow Because I have a plan A very special plan No more worlds like this No more days like that

Sweethome under white clouds A picture on the wall It says it all, it says it all I had a dream long time ago, imaginary Like water, I had no colour Running free, eternal beauty And heaven, it was on earth The promised land of milk and honey And I see it now The pain it lasts and all is wasted And we ...

all we've learned is that everything burns by dodens doddering, dead and dying

in my dreams I see the end A perfect circle never bends (As time and hope erode our fears: 0.8) I close my eyes for one last tear

(Technicolor: 0.75) xray dot matrix

I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid.