Imagine: from within that fire of a mind,nA golden ghost emerging.nIsn't that possible?nA forty-car pileup out there,nOn the super highway.nIt's all on the table now, as rivets quiver,nI touch your face.nnIs there a bank machine around?nDark materials; that's how it's going down.nProfessional.nnHuman life, human lies,nHuman rights, human nightsnnTacit understanding; we're basically sliding.nGotta keep it together now.nLace up, look alive.nAnd don't forget those men,nMen with designs on your lifenand they're not messing around.nSo kiss me.nnWe're the proactive mystics,nHand's on destinys throat.nNot much of a plot to lose,nAnd no fabric to soaknProfessional.nnnn