90 Degree AnglesIt has been done!
The return is completed!
Now to grow fainter
To be buried in soft shades of jade
I used to like the rainfalls - to feel tender bites
of grey city water on my white, clean face
pure from the start - dirty to the end
Auditorium of Modern MovementsThis is the auditorium of modern movements
A breeding ground for light speed profit thinking
Where a biting shine exposes the possibilities of the flesh
And the direction of the green flow
This is the city of Soma - an idea brought to life
And carefully designed by George Reed
Synthetic, Fabricated, CalculatedSomehow still here
Under the surface
Beyond the invoices and D. Inc.
Outside the system
I have never seen past the paper fortifications
So I have my doubts
But still, that nagging prospect
The Concept of HasteThe cycle of life speeds up like a rabid biker
Getting narrower for every turn
Its silver tail not as shiny as it was
The colossal width only paper thin
Acceleration beyond light and darkness
Welcome to the modern museum of life
A strobe-like feeling of universal consequence
The Flow at 09-30 amColoured flashes never burned my eyes
The way the dirty sun does
On my way from the office,
Through streets of bleached light,
It came to me that what I had to do was
To find the main flow and obstruct it
It came to me that what I had to do was
To find the main flow and obstruct it
The Green Office and the Dark Desk DrawerI found it hidden in the very core of the city
The building didn't do it justice, but then again no building would
The office door ajar and the letters D.I. on everything
It was empty when I arrived but the thick, damp air told me
That someone had been there only minutes ago
The room was painted in different shades of green