Cellophane

In a world and in it`s sounds

In any street in any town I go

There`s a wreckage of desire

Of feelings never hired or sold

Where cellophane and thunder always come

And the factories of fantasies belong

I can only find the murder machine

I can only find the murder machine

From a notion of the times

To the hoodlum kitchen minds that die

From every mutant hour

To those who have the power who don`t try

Where the surplus sounds of sanity grow hoarse

And an abject slave mentality gets worse

I can only find the murder machine

I can only find the murder machine