I ask for water I ask for sleep Batteries for my remote Telephone to speak Electricity in abundance Mirror shades Japanese food Midnight raid I ask for silence I ask for sex Give me a ray gun Tell me how to dress Call my mother Call the priest Tell them my lover has turned a beast This situation is now as old as anything My eyes see in the darkened Space of this existance I ask for strength A clear head Maybe a razor to paint you red I want radar I want a light I want division I want to fight By Mrs. Molko