you know the line slivers of heaven hanging in the breeze like a guillotine starved for attention nothing would materialize no spell no solstice either behind bars or youre tending to the blast furnace i would never relieve the pressure even if i could keeps the senses razor sharp and does the body good you ll be living off candlelight said the main circuit and the labored pangs of the acid rain kept me stirring i would never relieve the pressure even if i tried lost dogs leap years all idling by i was staring through a dull lens looking for the edge of the frame i can t see it following a disillusion right up to the end of the page takes the drive right out of me always tying up a loose end waiting for the trumpets to call i can t hear em i was dreaming about cold fusion listening to the conditioned air picking up what s barely there