They entered the closed elevator
Where should those eyes hanging?
She smells like a man in the corner sealed like resin
The caged child has been left alone to ponder what is cotton soft
The vision in between is whose desire as hazy and flowing as silver thread
It's too crowded to breathe
Whether to find a breach
Vibrate with the mood of the air
They walked out of that invisible box
Always been left a level to reach
Up and down
As the machine runs on tracks
Repeating the manipulation