Besedila: Faded Paper Figures. Polaroid Solution.

I put on a disguise
And put out both your eyes
You will not see me
You will not see me.

So put on infrared;
Turn the light off in your head
You will not see me
You will not see me.

It's my polaroid solution
'till we sort out this confusion;
in a station at the metro,
holding out for revolution.

Train your lens down on my face;
Come kinetoscope my place.
You will not see me
You will not see me.

When the train has disappeared,
Every trace of me has cleared,
You will not see me
You will not see me.

Shadows, shot and framed in time, developing.

From Sartre to Lacan
You can keep your flashlight on,
But you will not see,
Or hear a thing from me.

So turn on your TV,
Pixeled faces on a screen.
You will not see me
You will not see me.