[00:20.04] My ***[00:20.13] Waits for me[00:22.32] Like a mongrel waits[00:25.05] Downwind on a tight rope leash[00:29.19] My ***[00:29.28] Is a fragile acrobat[00:32.58] Sometimes I'm a Novocaine shot[00:34.92] Sometimes I'm an automat[00:36.72] My ***[00:38.58] Is often solo[00:40.77] Sometimes it short circuits then[00:44.19] Sometimes it's a golden glow[00:47.88] My ***[00:47.94] Is invested in[00:50.01] Suburban photographs[00:52.11] Skyscraper shadows on a car crash overpass[01:34.59] My ***[01:34.71] Is savage, tender[01:36.93] It wears no future faces[01:39.30] Owns just random gender[01:43.95] My ***[01:44.01] Has a wanting wardrobe[01:45.69] I still explore[01:47.40] Of all the bodies I knew and those I want to know[01:53.16] My ***[01:53.28] Is a spark of electro flesh[01:55.59] Leased from the tick of time[01:58.02] And geared for synchromesh[02:00.48] My ***[02:00.54] Is an image lost in faded films[02:06.24] A neon outline[02:07.71] On a high-rise overspill[02:10.35] My ***[02:10.41] My ***[02:10.47] My ***[03:01.65] ...