facts round to false
  statements state what you meant
  the meaning gets lost under management
  i've grown disinterested in numbers
  the passing cars
  of four-wheeled hearts
  just exhaust and cancer
  heard a whisper for a wishing
  in a gas station i was thinking
  about fuel force feeding
    what was left wasn't much
  unrelative and all out of touch
  passion pushed off and never
  never again bleeding red and real
  now tell me how you fell
  tell me how you feel
  tell me how how
  how do you feel now
    imitating machines
  before long with mechanical dreams
  i'm not what you meant
  you're not what i mean
  dirty developments never go home clean