operations.

diamond.

me and the birds.
all the high-fashion freaks sway in sync with the rhythm / back and forth, back and forth / all the pill connoisseurs and the secret saboteurs got the fever for surveillance and the night life / me and the birds

travelogue.
go forth / sorting dreams of truth, friends, should i / or should i not scheme forward on this beaten path / sit and play / framing days, thoughts and games, slipping through the ranks with a long cold look

the phantom facing me.

cooking.
while people on the phone / and talking to each other / while people on the phone / and talking to each other / dreams come back / later in the day

unrecovery.
jack enmipho had the stuff / but he couldn't get up / so he decided to stay / he was reelin south bound / with the walls turnin round / ready or not, here it comes

the breakup suite.
it's a ghost town, dreaming in footprints / can't leave a healthy well, so poison and escape / the soundtrack for then is a taxi for now / cover up with the shadows, sleeping on the floor / god damn i wish i was a little bit smarter / to be the futurebound, we'll try rewound / i wish i was a little bit smarter / can i be her true love, a concentrator / and a circuit in your lullaby, a conferencing enemy

everything you see (is your own.)
mouse mover, suffering / the empire's dust (by human hands) / reconstruct your little heart / microtones and carousels / tapping the lines / bugging the veins (leaver)

now it's coming back.
remember to feel your hand / and what it's like to say your name / in my mother's house / we knew each other / now it's coming back / the sense of things / time goes by so fast / and things change all the time

auto-mobile.
the lighting is modern and bright / broken amplifiers echo songs out of tune / and the stars take their place, whispering come to me / the audience finds their feet / clap and scream / but what does it mean