Sometimes you see really closely,
That the dome is violence, and was pain,
And that enticing Time is structured as it unravels.
Now, as an actor, we know it like the back of our hand.
A last goodbye glance from the ein Blick Hotel, swinging like that,
In the middle of tone generators.
Listen to the water.
Listen to its flow, its fall
Static of pink noise fills the space
And it becomes second nature to us
Desensitised from scratch
From our first entry into the world
Allowing the cattle to sleep.
– Scott Sandwich