Petals falling from the engine.nCan you see the number?nCan you trace the name?nSifting through you trash.nA piece of ancient history.nA ballad of an old one.nNothing wrong with you.nWhat a numb excuse.nNothing quite so tamenAs when you’re finally under.nA vengeful darling.nSubbing for Eden.nnAnd I consume the raging firenAnd I can feel the depths of the ocean.nAnd I become consumed by desire.nAnd I swear I thought of you.nnTumbler.nRoll the dice and counter.nStrikes a fervent market.nNowhere to complain.nFolder reference cache.nZeros, ones and tildes.nCracking velvet nerves.nHoles start to come unglued.nNails start getting chewed.nLegs are getting bent.nMaybe finally understand why you’re out herenSubbing for Eden.nnA slave to desire.nSlam breaks on the soul.nSwerved and missed by a hair.