Cold Comfort Lyrics

extreme real dream perpetually hammering moving pictures around some smell of industry don't know what's happening something fills me up with greed I feel cloned yes I am home order forms originals same shit a million times equal products compete with each other for to breathe never leave a stable existence fixed fragments of a single entanglement maintain a constant pulse beat close to the environment planet me rotation so necessary neverending clarity excluding any possibility trust me we define everything