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