Religious iconography giving you the creeps?. I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek. The rise of the machines. I must admit you gave me something momentarily. In which I could believe. But the hand of harsh reality's un-gloved. And it's on its way back to scoop you up. Not on my watch. I want to stay with you my love. The way that some science fiction does reflections in. The silver screen of strange societies. Swamp monster with a hard on for connectivity. The ascension of the cream. Mass panic on a not too distant future colony. Quantitative easing. I want to make a simple point about peace and love. But in a sexy way where it's not obvious. Highlight dangers and send out hidden messages. The way some science fiction does. I've got the world on a wire. in my little mirror mirror on the wall. In the pocket of my raincoat. So I tried to write a song to make you blush. But I've a feeling that the whole thing. May well just end up too clever for its own good. The way some science fiction does