Supercollider
Razor-Ribbon
Please don’t align your guttersPlease don’t pull the shade when the target rustsAnd the angel dust is all around you againWhen the north star is wrapped in iron with windows of cellophaneAnd your noisy peepholes and your limbs lockDon’t crush the lights, don’t crush the lightsDon’t crush the lights, don’t crush the lights
From Letras Mania