And with these humble Tools We can trigger any Emotion we choose But we´ll Just settle to Pump out Repeated Relics Diluted with Time You see the Airways are clogged up But the Fickle they lap it up They Need to be drowned in Condiments And left to Ponder Sense
Warm Smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Snap back to Reality The Turbulence is blowing us from Side to Side But no matter how hard you try Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with Stagnant sounds Transformation in progress Transformation complete
Lightning Strikes A Flash Flood of Colour I can´t stand the Heat