International

It's a buzz

I'm becoming international

Kill the dream, free the capital

These days, these days all burn

And in Dundee I'm born again

At least it's dark enough

In his masochist fantasy books

I see orange, I see blues and grey

We are built to live 12 hours away

A beds left [?]

This limbo mobile living

Is the best use of my time

Forty limbs wind the once

And I'm hopping the immaculate

These days, these days I burn

Just let these ten feet turn

I see vast organic things

Look outside, we move at speed

I see caves [?] ponder

I see we won't last much longer

Spill against the wish

Made of money and desire

To acquire it

I see the end

Be kind to them, inside fear

The air is circular

I'm existing here and over again

And then