You are isolated
You build walls around yourself...

Thinks the Urchin:
Begone ye foul-hearted commerce pigeon...

Love I cannot feel
For I am too afraid...

I am an intellectual revolutionary
Brave in the mind, weak in the knees...

Tiny torrents of turpentine
Make their way up my spine...

I've got fire in my veins
And my heart's the furnace...

Consider the limpet
So small and insignificant...

I'm just half awake
Half asleep...

When life is obscured by action
And hope is lost in meaning...

Looking through my telephoto lens
I can see you here by me...

Neon Nightmare
Halogen Dream...

The fire comes
And it destroys...