Iomatic
Insomnia and instant camera photographs
Surround me
Don't close your eyes, don't dare sleep
Kiss your own hands
Pretend that I'm near
Eat oranges and toast
While drinking milky coffee
Take another drag on that cigarette
Unholy battlefield
Bathed in bluest light
Stiletto heels and riding crops
Perverted entertainment
Watch me grow and flew down
Brought in a supermarket
In a trolley moulded from gold
Mechanical curiosity of dreams
Don't sleep
Please don't drift away yet
Kiss me with yellow tongue
And press to me closer than death
