You know the line Slivers of heaven Hanging in the breeze like a guillotine Starved for attention Nothing would materialize No spell, no solstice Either behind bars or you're tending to the blast furnace I would never relieve the pressure even if I could Keeps the senses razor sharp And does the- Does the body good "You'll be living off candlelight" Said the main circuit And the labored pangs of the acid rain Kept me stirring I would never relieve the pressure even if I tried Lost dogs, leap years, all idling by I was staring through a dull lens Looking for the edge of the frame I can't see it following a disillusion Right up to the end of the page Takes the drive right out of me Always tying up a loose end Waiting for the trumpets to call I can't hear 'em I was dreaming about cold fusion Listening to the conditioned air Picking up what's barely there I was staring through a dull lens Looking for the edge of the frame I can't see it following a disillusion Right up to the end of the page...