Part Reality, Part Destruction

New dawn, textures fade, become another chromosome. Lose control, play a role, become another face of life. Give protection and affection just don't lose the heart. Building bricks and building mortar, we all just fall apart. One solution, dissolution, screaming through your lungs in confusion.

Fact of life not lost on you, building through the scenes. Cameras play, scream to say, lost in a conscious dream. Part reality, part destruction. Let's construct into a new age. Building past the lines of walls ready for the fall. We send a radio control to Tibet to spy in on Beijing. We send a radio control to Seoul and Tokyo to spy in on Pyongyang.

Political dawn, the age of apathy, can't care about the state we're in. But it's okay, there's nothing wrong, it's not happening to us. See it's all just an illusion we like to play. To keep ourselves from thinking about the shit we're in. And bit by bit, if I turn the clocks back, I swear I could end up in East or West Berlin.

History repeats and it leaves us with nothing but tortured memories of the past while someone stands there with a conviction shot through with a heart of glass. We always live in the past. And drink from a clean glass. I used to think living for the future was fun until I realized people prefer to talk of the past. I should have known better than to make that mistake