~ I work in the clouds Building a world out of hype I could be a beekeeper A prison guard Reverse pop idol Extinguishers, all
Hackers ferry contemporaries Around the diseased city Merchants of transference Polymorphing Paths and angles Pieces of eight
They could be brutal war fantasies White noise translations of the snow Cathedral nights in the deli Ghost recordings from an opera house Each with its own price tag
All the pretty girls Thick with mascara Go to plasticity Drink chloroform 100 aspects of subterranea So long as they come home With a credit problem
Money devotion It's what transferred us Into numbered silhouettes Slavishly pouring our blood into the sea ~