When machines hum your dreams   A plastic scene from in the magazines   I was never good at walking blindfolded   Whiskey themes, my tongue it wreaks   But blinded by the bottle and blinded by screams   Are two different things?   When lines cross on corners   From red to green the lights will bleed      When machines hum your dreams      I sift the sands of conflict, to hear the birds breathe   Two weeks and I’m calling a retreat   So don’t stone the sinner, stone the thief   In disbelief   She’ll cry for me, I’m weak   The souls of the sea watch and play make-believe   For a marine, a singing seed, to grow, to leave, to see      I’m not the same disease   Epidemics never last.