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Take a breath… Random streaks of light pervade The petrol perfume that I breath [air] Taken at the witching hour Missile launch and fuselage Rivets form a row of eyes Factory glass state of mind [glare] Thus machine begets machine 9 is 10 is 423 Affectionate utility The death of time Replaces the need for [age] I think I tried to steal a kiss Amid hollow shriek and hiss Buildings blacker than the sea The sky a wash of acid pain's [gray] The air is thick and oil slick The architecture breathes its breath Soon I'll not want to go away Black and silver Soot stained eyes see fire and steel How can I fell if it's for real? I think sometime today I'll rescue you away Andromeda can wait je sus desole A radon raid on the senses Nirvana encoded in concrete Stark anesthesia Follow your gray silhouette