Modern inventions grow over the streets
Inside the shell lies a monster in need
Under the metal lies something insane
Sweet information waits to be seen
Dreaming noises drift down the wall
Down from the ceiling, waiting to fall
Interior circuits are starting to melt
Noise keeps on building until the end
Modern inventions stopped
Buildings are growing
Noises are crawling
Over the streets
The dream is ending...
I need you here now...
My little eveningdreamer...
Come to me