Again I wake up to your end, your ways and means

I watch your machinations seamless on the screen

I turn away again but still your always there

Your vacant, automatic smile is everywhere

The bright procession flashes past

In 2 dimensions under glass

The smile that lies between the lines

Luminous the union beams

Between the gods and their machines

The numb seduction of the blind

Sacrosanct the rank and file

Of perfect angels passes by

To modify the mind's desire

And no 3rd dimension troubles this

Procession where there's no abyss

In which there burns a fire

So you will jinx us with your trinkets and your tricks

Your malcontented ravings and your razor bladed wits

Go on you little clown and do your very worst

Go ahead and starve to death, or satisfy your thirst

The bright procession flashes past - Bad little insects find it tricky to survive

In 2 dimensions under glass

The smile that lies between the lines

Luminous the union beams - As they infest the sickest segments of the hive

Between the gods and their machines

The numb seduction of the blind

Sacrosanct the rank and file - Though we might whisper pretty words from time to time

Of perfect angels passes by

To modify the mind?s desire

And no 3rd dimension troubles this - They'll get no honey like the ones who stay in line

Procession where there's no abyss

In which there burns a fire

So yet another preconception dead ahead

A winning grimace and a gnawing sense of dread

A set of orders from a disembodied head