Casual Viewin'

What I'm really wanting, a brand new machine

One for converting plastic to dreams

If you ride upon the tiger you can never get off

They get hungry

One thing is certain, all the rest are lies

Beautiful and damned ones never realize

That the dark is light enough to see the ignorance of greed

Still she cries

Come on come on get up I want to take you

Away from all of this and what has got you Lost and feeling down

You just get it off your back, let it fly away

Poetry of motion counting out the beats

To hear a voice in every mind sounding out retreat

And as they run they look behind to see what tempts the wandering eye

Still she cries