A Will Away Rubbed Out
Counting cogs...
Somewhere between man and machine
Thinking in whispers
“Is this where you wanted to be?”
Floating fog...
Obstructing the few, you should see
Everyone's waiting
Is this all you are to me?
When you rubbed out my name
I would have given you night and day
But god I felt good
Like I knew that I probably would
Once you got your way
Pandemonium!
Watch it unfurl on your screens
Everyone's skating the line between man and regime
Psychedelia
You're feeling at home in the dream
“How can I love you if you're not afraid of me?”
Thеn you rubbed out my name
I would have givеn you night and day
But god I felt good
Like I knew that I probably would
