I ask for water
I ask for sleep
Batteries for my remote
A telephone to speak

Electricity in abundance
Mirror shades
Japanese food
Midnight raid

I ask for silence
I ask for sex
Give me a raygun
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 as anything
My eyes see in the darkened
Space of this existence

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


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