Look to me. Look through me. I'm a conceptual son. With an intellectual gun. Protection. Acting up. I'm after the shock. Like the pure obsessional one. Resolute representation. Our own production. Big scene. Act one. This tension. Look to me. Look through me. Overawed with all the feelings. No supernatural things. Existensual healing. My scene. Walk on. This tension. Ahead of your time. A private enterprise. Minute by minute. Disquiet. Waiting for a ride. And the next lifeline. And the next lifeline. Possessed of desires. Every day that dawns. Gotta get on. Got to get on. Gotta get on. To the future