I'm just half awake
Half asleep...

When life is obscured by action
And hope is lost in meaning...

I see you
Printed on a page...

Tiny torrents of turpentine
Make their way up my spine...

Looking through my telephoto lens
I can see you here by me...

Neon Nightmare
Halogen Dream...

Thinks the Urchin:
Begone ye foul-hearted commerce pigeon...

I've got fire in my veins
And my heart's the furnace...

I can hear the thunder rolling
Gathering its strength...

I am an intellectual revolutionary
Brave in the mind, weak in the knees...

You are isolated
You build walls around yourself...

You're an image of perfect
Nobody knows the real you...