© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
A garden of noise built from her waste, a meal for the market of
synchronized taste, hear the silent sex of a high heeled hertz, the way
the new born buyers apathy flirts, retro morals lead to the soul of the
seed, and the gospel of doubt will do the deed, hereditary graves await
her grace, makeup for the mystery of her see thru face, there is a go
from the dead end of every direction, a race for the fake orgasm of her
affection, imagination is the flavor of her lips, quotable policy and
desperate hips, a believer in the circuit church of the fuse, a turnkey
system for an automated muse, love is a placebo given to the poor,
truth is a cathedral without a door.
She moves within the matrix, she will become your dominatrix, the
parameters of her passion, will dictate the schisms fashion, a riot
whispered incognito, the ambiguous ache of a libido, the poison that
hosts the cancer’s cure, how to cleanse yourself to make your fossils
Her body a boneless shadow, day dreaming in real time, hijacked
heaven on the wings of money, burning questions fueled by libraries,
innocent actor stubborn tragedy, junkies of need find the luxury
tolerance, and pay the difference in still born worlds, connection feeds
the pilots sky.