UNTITLED #1 Lyrics

red sightscapes
over to grand Paris
we'll take the 12:30
all blurry and dirty
black and blue burial
yet we'll be buried alive
coffined in computers
a teleconference device
sand in our circuitry
is just water beneath the bridge
the human solution
to an inhuman problem
water in our circuitry
is just sand on the beach
the human element
of a inhuman machine
this sub par
black eye bar
gone to the edge
and back again
divine, divide, red eye
over to Paris, France
or was it somewhere in England?