endless thunder, more than anything looking directly at the audience what do you see? they all say the same a one-way whorehouse mirror the fleetingness of our days the old chicken coop, long empty there was another kind of hunger hovering, breathless, over the blacktop i thought i'd be good at this a hip way to wake up the world a protective talisman to ward off evil in the centre of the heart you don't have to sing every time you may judge what is to come you're doing it now don't you want to go ahead? this inner explosion of knowing between these lines, the agony underneath the pale foundation vacant as the eyes of dolls what can be the meaning of all this?