The roaring in your mind roars on The pennies in your pocket have gone The sense of well-being that your system neglected Alights instead upon a distance, well-protected What do you see in an instant? Images of bodies that your mind kept What did you feel when your nerve went? Actions that remained unrepentantly repentant Bleat, beep What did you cut out from behind the glass? Nothing, of course You go out to the old mine shaft At Cemetery Tropicana You look up and it all ends suddenly at the sky What is it that defies revision? Words and a simple movement What was it that you heard behind Joy Division? Just a simple movement A simple, human movement Bleat, beep