Conversion, software version 7.0Looking at life through the

eyes of a tired hubEating seeds as a pastime activityThe toxicity of our city, of our cityNow, what do

you own the world?How do you own disorder, disorderNow somewhere between the sacred silenceSacred silence

and sleepSomewhere, between the sacred silence and

sleepDisorder, disorder, disorderMore wood for

the fires, loud neighboursFlishlight riveries caught in

the headlights of a truckEating seeds as a pastime

activityThe toxicity of our city, of our cityNow, what do you own the world?How do you own disorder,

disorderNow somewhere between the sacred silenceSacred silence and sleepSomewhere between the sacred

silence and sleepDisorder, disorder, disorderNow, what do you own the world?How do you own disorder,

disorderNow somewhere between the sacred silenceSacred silence and sleepSomewhere, between the sacred

silence and sleepDisorder, disorder, disorderWhen I became the sunI shone life into the man's

heartsWhen I became the sunI shone life into the

man's hearts