In the suspension of emotion We try to desaturate our hearts With building blocks of black and white We draw cancer over our souls Your eyes full of liquid speaks about time Torn, worn down with the prospect of civilization Your body inflicted with the guilt of gravity cries for entropy High levels of serotonin floating on the streams of endorphin producing electricity Dynamo electrodes wired on your powerplant of happiness reproducing the past Just for a fraction of the second Your spread, You shiver, You scream. You respond. Chemical you are still mine