Salt-Like-Space

Out, on the edge
On the sawtooth of the machine
Plastic in the river
Where lifeless bodies dream
In a chambre of concrete
Lights dart across the wall
Salt like space
Makes corpses of us all
Dead from the day
Of fulfilling the conditions
And terms of a contract
Come drown your inhibitions
In the sea, go blank
And collapse into free flight
Now you don't feel a thing
You can be something else tonight