There's God: I knew he'd be returning
Down the gravel in his black Suburban
He finally found my place
No mailboxes or address
Not much to seize in assets
But he'll do it anyway
But There's a problem with the files
See in this world that you've created with your binary for ethics codes and trials
I was right
The captive state and station
Ensuring adaptation
Compliance is the law
Gentle summer Sunday nights
Slit of light filters in
Etching pages to call softly for the grass on my skin
Remember 9209
The breeze between the wind chimes
I'd close the broken screen door quiet
Walk into the warm night
On the distant freeway cars pass by
Mosquitoes gather in the light
The cherished memories of a bygone life
I was right
The humid Midwest summer nights
Unburdened in my mind
The purest memories of a bygone life
I was right
The epoxy and the fuse
Constructed piece of artistry to ensure you it couldn't be confused
It was mine