Silent Times (between torpedoes)

all just make their way
through the plastic pages of a book that's still unfinished
as they hope someone's able to read
all got trapped here in the story of their dreams
inflicting fatal frequencies
torpedoes drowned in a chemical grease
silent times will enter empty squares
procrastination's all around
prices drop -- families are better off

all objects are distorted
flickering on plasma screens
shocks and fuzz, the sharpest noise
the radio shouts benzedrine
is that just a shadow
or a man who's lost complete control
he will yell at the objects
all of you will now explode

oceans of silent times
between torpedo blasts and minds
noise is noise
but sound is truth
all the soldiers are confused

right!
now aim!
all objects
are game!