the room outside

through all the circuitry we'll find time

symmetrical moments in mind

those eyes begin to think

styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs

superglue all your pretty wounds

though i begin to drink

milk from a dead end star

astro-physically out of shape

waking up the metal mercenary

suffocating in the room outside

paper mache manawar-lords of course

plastic champagne and sliding doors

those eyes begin to think

planetal targets in my mind

sometimes

losing perspective on my kind. though i begin to drink

milk from a dead end star

astro-physically out of shape

have you met the jewel architect

he's burning slowly in the room outside