And with these humble tools

We can trigger any emotion we choose

But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relics

Diluted with time

You see the airwaves are clogged up

But the fickle they lap it up

They need to be drowned in condiments

And left to ponder sense

Warm smiles they do not make you welcome here

Snap back to reality

The turbulence is blowing us from side to side

But no matter how hard you try

Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with

Stagnant sounds

Transformation in progress

Transformation complete

Lightning strikes

A flash flood of colour

I can't stand the heat