Metropol - BraZil

Take a breath

Random streaks of light prevade

The petrol perfume that I breathe

Air

Taken at the witching hour

Missle launch and fuselage

Rivets from a row of eyes

Factory glass state of mind

Glare

Thus matching begets machine

1 is 10 is 423

Affectionate utility

The death of time

Replaces the need

For age

I think I tried to steal a kiss

Amind hollow shriek and hiss

Building’s blacker then the sea

The sky a wash of acid pain’s

Gray

The air is thick and oil slick

The architecture breathes anf its breath

Soon I’ll not want to go away

Black and silver

Soot stained eyes see fire and steel

How can I tell if it’s for real?

I think sometimes today

I’ll rescue you away

Andromeda can wait

Je suis desole

Nirvana encoded in concrete

Follow your gray sillhouette