And come to you as you sleep tonight, take you back into my hell. Binary joys and digital sighs so appealing. I'm one of the boys and it's only your mind that I'm stealing. That's all I am to you. The airport's stiff, cold corridors ring empty beats through hollow feet that I find to be mine.
History repeats somehow.
Afraid to know you now. And past my eyes with leathered gaze stare clean-cut boys all dressed as men in sharpened uniform. And what dark chill is gathering still before the storm. Out in the street a tableau double-glazed with laughing girls whose fastened smiles are clearly not meant for me.