facts round to false

statements state what you meant

the meaning gets lost under management

i've grown disinterested in numbers

the passing cars

of four-wheeled hearts

just exhaust and cancer

heard a whisper for a wishing

in a gas station i was thinking

about fuel force feeding



what was left wasn't much

unrelative and all out of touch

passion pushed off and never

never again bleeding red and real

now tell me how you fell

tell me how you feel

tell me how how

how do you feel now



imitating machines

before long with mechanical dreams

i'm not what you meant

you're not what i mean

dirty developments never go home clean