Askeleton - Untitled #1 lyrics

Red sightscapes Over to grand Paris We'll take the 12:30 All blurry and dirty Black and blue burial Yet we'll be buried alive Coffined in computers A teleconference device Sand in our circuitry Is just water beneath the bridge The human solution To an inhuman problem Water in our circuitry Is just sand on the beach The human element Of a inhuman machine This sub par Black eye bar Gone to the edge And back again Divine, divide, red eye Over to Paris, France Or was it somewhere in England?