First things first. To all the "promotion-sharks": Stay away! I sit across my mirrored face Next to bottles, in this place The last stop of my night hike Bathed in neon's glowing light Thoughts and reality blend A stripper's vanity at its end Sudden sorrow on her face As she rises without grace Time to leave, the night to spend In front of screens that never end Where insects ram the plasma glow A feast of bodies, frozen show Entertainment fills the brains Short circuits, the same refrain And as I drift to sleep's embrace Remotes buzz through morning's space Entertainment fills the brains Short circuits, the same refrain And as I drift to sleep's embrace Remotes buzz through morning's space Entertainment fills the brains Short circuits, the same refrain As I drift to sleep's embrace Remotes buzz through morning's space (c) Peter Pitschmore