Blurry summer days Lead you on like baby kisses, The heated condensation presses upon you like a hot shower Your mind itches like winter, but you dream of blurry summer days,
We've mechanized you We've commercialized you You are not the thing once thought of as a desperate struggle a patriotic duty a glorious undertaking of which you would depart this world for its success
I feel the prick From that clear plastic syringe The metal tip was inserted just behind my ear in that soft patch between my jaw and my skull I lie complacent, Because this is a serum of green liquid envy
The drop falls skybound from the earth The moon shines from within The sun is cold and dark And space is a small warm blanket This is all true when romance reinvents itself