i'm not the one they called but i showed up anyway set off the critical alarm tweaked to obey
no matter how they change it the dream always looks the same decoy machines are breaking in protest to the game
the shape is in a trance fixated on the fire the shape will take its trance to think it can go higher
reject his record eject the lady's master tape it's not that she won't rewind its her desire to take shape abandoned bass amp blowing love to starlight dream boxes of blood plugged into our awesome sick machine