Look to me. Look through me. I'm a conceptual son. With an intellectual gun. Protection. . Acting up. I'm after the shock. Like the pure obsessional one.
Do you see it coming?. Talking what you want. To conceive what you got. Convince everyone. Silence speaks. Puts me at ease. Think I don't see how it's done.
(Verse). Love fights love invading my zero gravity. The crowd grows and grows illusions. Down on quantity street.. High speed under approach,. Wait till smog, shall on innocence..