Exile - Theatre Of Tragedy

Synchronise the flow of intersections

Catalogue all still heartbeats

Franchise the machinations of The bourgeois-fangled reverie

Gleaming in flamboyancy

Resign to solid chrome

Ohmic opposition is futile

And impedes upon ideas worthwhile

Delicate, infallible construction

We know now what destructiveness comes from

We are living — there"s no deed in indulgence

A faded glory, relying on «Me and Mine»

The exile from human ecstasy

To a place where we"re engineered

Seminars on entangled escalators

Meetings with silent translators

A flashback of dystopia

Warning in sleep with a recurring trace

All the fragments and segments

Of fluid sequences

The pretence of a universal race

Not made of metal is moot

Delicate, infallible construction

We know now what destructiveness comes from