Las Vegas, 2037

 


Pulling the senses out of the quicksand.
When the senses go you're left with a blank.
with a tin-earred band
with an empty tank.

And changes that take away from the overall effect.
Psychological devices holding back the panic.
Fear running the nervous system, seeing if it will resurrect
or if it'll turn to powder like the Pyramids.

Las Vegas, 2037.
You wouldn't recognize the place.
Staying at The Manna From Heaven
remembering the people who disappeared without a trace.

About that, you can only speculate.
About the contractual obligations and about the expiry dates.