Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark...

No money to spare
No love to share
No wonder you appear under pressure from here
You look fresh, yeah
But all I got is dirt in my hear
My nightmares manifest,
But I can escape
Yours is in your chest
With no formal shape
The tape is running
I push the button to send
Upon each other we all depend...

I may mistaken be
But I patiently wait
On the pad to humanity
I sit at the gates...
Message end . . .