Cellophane

In a world and in it`s sounds
In any street in any town I go
There`s a wreckage of desire
Of feelings never hired or sold
Where cellophane and thunder always come
And the factories of fantasies belong

I can only find the murder machine
I can only find the murder machine

From a notion of the times
To the hoodlum kitchen minds that die
From every mutant hour
To those who have the power who don`t try
Where the surplus sounds of sanity grow hoarse
And an abject slave mentality gets worse

I can only find the murder machine
I can only find the murder machine