walking down an alley   deep in blue neon   a dead end for today   under skyways worn      concrete from far below   rising up above   surrounded by shadows   garden without gods      all are strangers alike   all riding the blind   the purple of blind   the purple of their eyes   in reverie unwind      circling sub-city   a rainbow appears   to calm down the fury   to calm all the fears      this random occurance   is only a sign   of the incoherence   in the clockwork mind      a symphony of our time   recalling the past   people in a decline   denying the vibrations we're made ofsomber drama   rolling down hill   panorama   all is so still   anyway, anyhow   anyhow, anyway      end of all reason   is what I go through   yes, it is what I go through      slip-sliding nation   is what they must do   yes, it is what they must do      over the greying landscape   under a deadened sky   sitting on a mountain   I will stand aside      as I am a witness   I turn a blind eye   I am feeling helpless   but it passes by      is this a modern legend?   maybe a fairy tale   just a future requiem   cutting along the fiction that we're   made of