Extreme Real Dream
Perpetually Hammering
Moving Pictures Around
Some Smell Of Industry
Don't Know What's Happening
Something Fills Me Up With Greed
I Feel Cloned
Yes I Am Home

Order Forms Originals
Same Shit A Million Times
Equal Products Compete
With Each Other For To Breathe
Never Leave
A Stable Existence
Fixed Fragments
Of A Single Entanglement

Maintain A Constant Pulse Beat
Close To The Environment
Planet Me
Rotation
So Necessary Neverending Clarity
Excluding Any Possibility
Trust Me
We Define Everything