cold to the touch,such a rush jettison, soaring on chemical cityways, remotes retain neon smoke on fire, where deckers stray
selling time, echelons in overdrive fixing glitches now a runner’s crime electric storms siphoned into every home every device and vessel feeding rise again new rome
echo mirage is chambered screen the field filled with cellular debris in vocal dreams over lightwave screams we do what we can, we’re only machines
everything is everyone’s any time we want we’ve become terminal undone lifelines measured in productivity their different shapes and heat all the same to me
echo mirage is chambered screen the field filled with cellular debris in vocal dreams over lightwave screams we do what we can, we’re only machines
world-wide blackouts the underground on the surface now, skinned over the net wherein
body, traffic lines shunting dissolution to solution we are the living virus, last resorts are first within
echo mirage is chambered screen the field filled with cellular debris in vocal dreams over lightwave screams we do what we can, we’re only machines