A blinking glow It is drifting on the night waves A second or less The dice, shaken on the black carpet It's good to breathe Cut up my body with laughter Faith comes to us both good n' bad Trapped in the swamp in the darkness Is their bitching real or fake? Real or fake? It was necessary to meet with us I know there ain't no time I lost sight of a foot under the sand of the ebb tide Organic signals will evaporate In the acid rain