layers of truth / circles of rainbows
i'm drifting on iceshells over wind frozen seas
i'm cutting the canvas with blue signs of rhythm
its Lou Reed and me and i'm back in the city
this is my shot / I ain't no robot
(i find) nothing to believe in / i'm just constantly receiving
prisons of money as freedom of speach
Andy Warhol and me and i'm back in the city
they tell me i'm just a number DTQ8689
they tell me i'm just a number DTQ8689
they tell me i'm just a number DTQ8689-9-9
it trickels down on me - i become numb and number
they tell me i'm just a number - tell me i'm just a number
surface distraction - rather then solutions
they tell me i suffer from a serious series of confusions
i wanna leave me alone wanna find myself a new home
i'm the rolling pebble stone at the microphone
i got soul and that's all that i need
i got shoes in my pockets and feelers to feed