Text: Shakodi. Crazy In-Tents. Ignitions.

Technical systems, creating lighting to your thoughts, to your thoughts. Disconnect the wiring, it's about to short circuit. And what a distasteful mess, that would create, in the eyes of the onlookers. Florescent tubes shatter in the catacombs, leaving behind trails of darkness. Light the machines on fire, for as long as they are burning, then we can see. Ignitions, turn like gears of a clock, ensuring correct timing. Rip off the panes, and destroy everything. Rebuild from scratch

(Thanks to Jacob for these lyrics)