Informal birth is where I startnNeutral ground at the tip of a hatnOffence all I care aboutnReasons, logics fall apartnNames picked with a paper knifenConjured up to eliminate fightsnI can't see anything nicenConcepts need to be redefinednnThis surreal modern-postnAuspicious movement's taking shapenThis path though be where I fallnReaction to bourgeois warsnIt's my hobby (oh yeah right)nMarcel Janco hears a crynThis mutual deconstructionnRevolves, it comes round againnnI can't see this circle patternnWhy can't you compete with that one?nComing round, it's undenyingnI want to go out in firennEverything in circles, repeating, repeating