There’s no balance with glitches in the symmetry nA perfect world is only present in our dreamsnWe’re searching for divinity with limits on infinity. nnOpen virgin eyes and feel the burning of the iris nakednSacred channels found with buttons, inconspicuous and dangerousnOnly meant to entertain us.nFaces of the sacrilegious born again from dustnCaught between a rock and a place that’s hard to reach a conscious state that’s so ambiguous, you can find me on the cusp nForward from the battlefield, eyes on the promise of redemption nFaces left with no expressionnHold the animation show with no special effects…and a cause.nCan’t imagine being trapped in an occupation hazard, nDrained of all my passion, with no alternative interests nIf I’m married to my job I choose the music as my mistress.nUnadulterated overlooked and under compensatednSo detached from the masses with my finger on the pulsenTouch me with the artificial contact of a message in a bottle on a continental driftnSolitary cast away to last throughout the masquerade upon a broken skiffnAnd a wind that blows a kiss.n