I felt a sigh pass your lips I saw the weight on your eyelids Yet there you swagger and there you go The mise-en-scène of your mercy drome Too many images at play Too many faces in a day's work Your sweet incentive, it's so relentless My grief's been waiting for this day No easy answers, only hard choices I guess we came to the end of the road Your random gender, my desolate needs The splintered voices of lost beliefs Trading commodities with no fixed presets No traces left of a long gone starlet Pornographers and secondhand consumer rights All sons and lovers of 70's delight