Well here we are. Tonight I've been in the Lab, sculpting monsters and dismantling robots. i have this one robot that responds to my voice, but i removed its skeleton and its head drags on the floor behind it as it roams around the poor thing. The place is a mess those cogs, candles, and coffee cups all over the ground. The desk has become a witches brew of disassembled abominations. a tentacle here, a dragon wing there, knives, razors, dissection pins. since installing that large black light the room has become an oogie boogie chamber when the lights go out from the artwork on the walls glowing in the dark. A sword and a guitar hog the bed, once again reminding me that sleep is distorted as always. This environment has become a reflection of my experiments and dreams. Pondering this I slide my goggles down and blow smoke at the moth on my shoulder and whisper, "well, here we are."
Deathcab for Cutie