DESCRIPTION:
from the album Expectational Dilution (1994)

The gates open I drown. The magnet, the withdrawal.
Offering these to you, shamelessly ripping my guts out.

How could I expect you to change your face?
A time lived by seconds. I unfold at your beckon.
I will be passed by. I am the minimal, the useless being.
How could I expect you to change your face?
My memories outdated and weak. How could I expect it to?
Well I do. How could I want it to?

I despise your charming attributes. Conjure up the summoned,
then left to contend with them. Stirring the killer, inviting this old ghost.

After all, it's me that is drowning. My dream is the warped.
They pick me clean, these vultures.
I know now the door is open. I know now I must be dead