Again I wake up to your end, your ways and means I watch your machinations seamless on the screen I turn away again but still your always there Your vacant, automatic smile is everywhere The bright procession flashes past In 2 dimensions under glass The smile that lies between the lines Luminous the union beams Between the gods and their machines The numb seduction of the blind Sacrosanct the rank and file Of perfect angels passes by To modify the mind's desire And no 3rd dimension troubles this Procession where there's no abyss In which there burns a fire So you will jinx us with your trinkets and your tricks Your malcontented ravings and your razor bladed wits Go on you little clown and do your very worst Go ahead and starve to death, or satisfy your thirst The bright procession flashes past - Bad little insects find it tricky to survive In 2 dimensions under glass The smile that lies between the lines Luminous the union beams - As they infest the sickest segments of the hive Between the gods and their machines The numb seduction of the blind Sacrosanct the rank and file - Though we might whisper pretty words from time to time Of perfect angels passes by To modify the mind? s desire And no 3rd dimension troubles this - They'll get no honey like the ones who stay in line Procession where there's no abyss In which there burns a fire So yet another preconception dead ahead A winning grimace and a gnawing sense of dread A set of orders from a disembodied head