You know the line

Slivers of heaven

Hanging in the breeze like a guillotine

Starved for attention

Nothing would materialize

No spell, no solstice

Either behind bars or you're tending to the blast furnace

I would never relieve the pressure even if I could

Keeps the senses razor sharp

And does the body good

You'll be living off candlelight

Said the main circuit

And the labored pangs of the acid rain

Kept me stirring

I would never relieve the pressure even if I tried

Lost dogs, leap years, all idling by

I was staring through a dull lens

Looking for the edge of the frame

I can't see it following a disillusion

Right up to the end of the page

Takes the drive right out of me

Always tying up a loose end

Waiting for the trumpets to call

I can't hear 'em

I was dreaming about cold fusion

Listening to the conditioned air

Picking up what's barely there