Tribal neon On the rooftop Through the fog Search lights, white dove Am I dying Am I done? Have you known Anyone designed to break down? I was shown Pictures that I thought Were family. Hong Kong slaveship All the symbols On the mast Gleaming squalor, decay grown taller Through the ceiling Through the gla** Have you known Anyone designed to break down?
Oh, oh have you really known Anyone at all? Like me, the dark city Thinks its recall Is its own But have not its thoughts Been suggested in the bone? I've seen things You people would not believe, like Great glittering c-beams Fires feeding on an airplane - All these thoughts Moments I've collected All, all will be lost Lost like tears in rain.