A Reverie in Mass Transit - Gatherers

We couldn’t stay awake

Counting from one hundred

Complete strangers in the windows of a train headed for derailment

«Man, what a pitiful dream.»

you turned and said to me

«I swear to God I could hear static in their screams, their faces cut from

magazines»

Divide

A makeshift identity pulsing like a cable release

Handprints waving on the station tile remind us of existence

We play hostage to the glow, burying our heads in the feed

Throw us to the jaws of our own device

Throw us to the jaws of our own device

Throw us to the jaws of our own device

Now we laugh at our despair

Shaking on display for a crowd

«Watch me now as I am mangled by the dogs

Go on, take your cameras out»

Your pick-me-up;

I drown

Your pick-me-up;

I drown

We couldn’t find a way out of this pollution

Our days are numbered, scratched into the paint

Full disintegration

«Man, what a pitiful dream» you turned and said to me

«I swear to God I could I hear static as they screamed»

«Is anybody listening?»