[00:18.95]My ***[00:20.57]Waits for me[00:22.64]Like a mongrel waits[00:25.02]Downwind on a tight rope leash[00:28.09]My ***[00:29.56]Is a fragile acrobat[00:33.09]Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot[00:35.47]Sometimes I'm an Automat[00:37.55]My ***[00:39.01]Is often solo[00:41.56]Sometimes it short circuits then[00:44.80]Sometimes it's a golden glow[00:46.77]My ***[00:48.40]Is invested in[00:50.56]Suburban photographs[00:52.80]Skyscraper shadows on a car crash overpass[01:33.47]My ***[01:34.74]Is savage, tender[01:37.22]It wears no future faces[01:39.39]Owns just random gender[01:42.42]My ***[01:43.88]Has a wanting wardrobe[01:46.00]I still explore[01:47.53]Of all the bodies I knew[01:49.69]And those I want to know[01:52.04]My ***[01:53.47]Is a spark of electro-flesh[01:55.84]Leased from the tick of time[01:58.26]And geared for synchromesh[02:01.31]My ***[02:02.72]Is an image lost in faded films[02:06.31]A neon outline on a high-rise overspill[02:11.78]My ***[02:15.76]My ***