The room outside

Through all the circuitry we'll find time
Symmetrical moments in mind
Those eyes begin to think
Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs
Superglue all your pretty wounds
Though I begin to drink

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside
Paper mache manawar-lords of course
Plastic champagne and sliding doors
Those eyes begin to think

Planetal targets in my mind, sometimes
Losing perspective on my kind
Though I begin to drink
Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Have you met the jewel architect, he's burning slowly in the room outside