Walking down an alley Deep in blue neon A dead end for today Under skyways worn Concrete from far below Rising up above Surrounded by shadows Garden without gods All are strangers alike All riding the blind The purple of blind The purple of their eyes In reverie unwind Circling sub-city A rainbow appears To calm down the fury To calm all the fears This random occurance Is only a sign Of the incoherence In the clockwork mind A symphony of our time Recalling the past People in a decline Denying the vibrations we're made of