I remember
The strobe lights
behind the window
Easy
Facts would tell you where to go
And you'd make decisions
Insist on the pork and the red wine
You can have it, please
It's an achievement to be seized
I surrender
It’s all eyes
that rule the curtains
Squeeze me
I can’t tell you where to prosper
Just make an incision
Just above the frontal lobe
You can have the meat
Feast on carbon as you please