The Shape Is In a Trance - Thurston Moore, Steve Shelley

I’m not the one they called

But i showed up anyway

Set off the critical alarm

Tweaked to obey

No matter how they change it The dream always looks the same

Decoy machines are breaking

In protest to the game

The shape is in a trance

Fixated on the fire

The shape will take its trance

To think it can go higher

Reject his record

Eject the lady’s master tape

It’s not that she won’t rewind

Its her desire to take shape

Abandoned bass amp blowing

Love to starlight dream

Boxes of blood plugged into

Our awesome sick machine