omegaman
This little ditty was in regular rotation towards the end of the lost years. The ghost was indeed in the machine, and causing quite a ruckus. Seems that perhaps the ghost never left, but rather has just been ignored. Or more likely, kept busy by other things; buried by obsession, attenuated by activity, veiled by shrouds of progress. But you can never keep a good (bad?) ghost down for very long. They win by attrition. They are in no hurry, unlike us who have only a short turn in the seat.
The night came down, jungle sounds were in my ears
City screams are all I've heard in twenty years
The razor's edge of night it cuts into my sleep
I sit upon the edge now shall I make that leap?
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
The sky's alive with turned on television sets
I walk the streets and seek another vision yet
The echo makes me turn to see that last frontier
The edge of time closes down as I disappear
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
Always talking to myself
The time that's best is when surroundings fade away
The presence of another world comes close to me
It's time for me to throw away this paper knife
I'm not alone in reaching for a perfect life
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman
I'm so tired
Of the Omegaman
I'm so tired
Of the Omegaman
I'm so tired
Of the Omegaman
I'm so tired
Of the Omegaman
I'm so tired
Of the Omegaman