facts round to false



statements state what you meant



the meaning gets lost under management



i've grown disinterested in numbers



the passing cars



of four-wheeled hearts



just exhaust and cancer



heard a whisper for a wishing



in a gas station i was thinking



about fuel force feeding







what was left wasn't much



unrelative and all out of touch



passion pushed off and never



never again bleeding red and real



now tell me how you fell



tell me how you feel



tell me how how



how do you feel now







imitating machines



before long with mechanical dreams



i'm not what you meant



you're not what i mean



dirty developments never go home clean