As soon you make your next Escape somewhere in the United States of Eurasia, I'm falling in a Coma. And it seems that Time is Running Out, and Blackout come to me immediately, and I see Dark Shines instead of Starlight, and Shrinking Universe sucked into Supermassive Black Hole, and I want to scream Apocalypse Please, and in this moment I feel that my Hysteria go on so Endlessly, and my heart is broken into Micro Cuts, and no one can help me, even Knights of Cydonia. Because my Map of the Problematique lost somewhere in Muscles Museum In Your World. And I never find it without Map of Your Head, and I know it is Overdue. But like Screeneger, which has just one problem - Megalomania, I still wait for Neutron Star Collision because Love Is Forever. And I'm screaming Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want. And I want Falling Away with You so much! But now I'm just Falling Down. And Space Dementia consumes everything. But I still Belong to You and I Can't Take My Eyes Of You, because only you are my Shine. I say if you want to be forgiven Take a Bow and you answer me Yes, Please. And though you Eternally Missed and like Sunburn Jimmy Kane, you finally wakes up Con-Science and you say me that Cross Pollination is not MK Ultra, but Futurism. And it's just Showbiz and only I'm Uno for you and together we'll Invincible. If to say honestly you are my Fury Assassin. But to die in your arms is Bliss for me, because it's the way for Redemption. When you touch me I feel Butterflies And Hurricanes. But I understand that all my feeling is just Stockholm Syndrome that The Small Print prevent about it. Do We Need This? - I ask myself and feel not Ashamed but Crying Shame that in the fact looks like The Groove, even more like Spiral Static because Nature_1 leads us. And Ruled by Secrecy, Soaked and Sober we hide into Cave, which is forgotten by Host. We are Citizen Erased in this City of Delusion, where Hyper Hondriac Music sounds and it's the part of Exo-Politics. But we don't care about it. We listens only Hyper Music and we're Feeling Good, because Hoodoo streak is over in our relationship. You say me Hate This And I Love You and I know that it's Easily like Fillip. Time has come to make Recess in our Resistance, because this Uprising is not Unnatural Selection and even not Undisclosed Desires but just Thought Of A Dying Atheist, who sing Soldier's Poem, considering it like Sing For Absolution, which actually is Overture. At this moment I'm your Plug In Baby and you're my Unintended. And we are pure like New Born, because we're found our Guiding Light at last. Glorious!!!
