Perfect Average (Haujobb)

Alone among millions of single pieces of something complete fading in an upper floor exposed to a constant monotone consume belief in all the own opportunities confusion for all that clarity the only ecstasy too hard to resist the direction of my feet Guidelines placed right to localize the line of least resistance so glad to touch a simulated paradise in order of appearance average beings burst out laughing merge in just one scream we're still waiting for the promised wings Here so close to the sky far away from heaven Here where gravitation allows to stand upright and never rest