Secret Science

With a curious camera
We're recording light
Decode dark lattitudes
In broad daylight
We fall into line
We dance as we fade
Whispering poems
In an endless parade
A haze of chaos
Our thoughts on the floor
East of depression
We're broadcasting from home
We're all marked with symbols
Carved on our skin
Zeros and numbers and binary sins
Controlling matter
Knowing space
Mastering vision
Inventing games
Our dreams like echoes
Loop back to you
Design the poetry
Of an electric youth
Controlling matter 
We're knowing space
We play like children 
Once night embraced