White Cable Space [London Spring]

Carvs own caves
Gravel digs
Alambre, a request

Exists in isolation
Hectic clocks
Minutes insufficient 
Alambre, linking awakenings 

In  productivity, lives
In efficiency, devolves
We evolve
I want to revolt

Carve thy own standards 
Empires necessitating an statemind
Requirements, alambre

Walks in lust
Nude and flaunting, in caves 
Surrounded and enclosed 
White, headphones, dead space 

Mindlessly building soundtracks
Sounds reinforce mood 

We devolve
We evolve 
I want to revolt

Does not look at people in the eye
Hasn't time
Does not look at people in the eye
Hasn't love 
Does not look me into the eye
Hasn't me

And fall he falls 
Abysms he fills 
Assured, apt
 
Release the alpha dog
Send thy humper 
Lets. Dawn. Let's dawn!
 
Bring control 
White cables drop 
For once and at once 

Sounds reinforce mood 
We devolve
We evolve 
I want to revolt

Cannot carve 
Caves they are 
I am omitted not planted
Fell onto White 
Civil cable space 

It is feeling in circles 
It is drowning 
Weight on 

I want to revolt