In the tinny mono
hearing new voices
when the channel drops
Now the incense is only
an orange dot in the dark
Their fevers rage
Their pulses race
Captive
Superimposed in place
Lightning through the pane
Unwitting they remain
In the tinny mono
hearing new voices
when the channel drops
Now the incense is only
an orange dot in the dark
Their fevers rage
Their pulses race
Captive
Superimposed in place
Lightning through the pane
Unwitting they remain