I ask for water
I ask for sleep
Batteries for my remote
Telephone to speak
Electricity in abundance
Mirror shades
Japanese food
Midnight raid

I ask for silence
I ask for sex
Give me a ray gun
Tell me how to dress
Call my mother
Call the priest
Tell them my lover has turned a beast

This situation is now as old as anything
My eyes see in the darkness
The space of this existance

I ask for strength
A clear head
Maybe a razor
To paint you red
I want radar
I want a light
I want division
I want to fight

This situation is now as old as anything
My eyes see in the darkness
The space of this existance

This situation is now as old as anything
My eyes see in the darkness
The space of this existance