Fractured signs, they waste my time,   they concentrate, they take what's mine,   lost they move like fractured ghosts,   to empty heads in empty lines      Trapped in frames of empty films,   a war is flat, in frames they kill,   light will char and edits cut,   they broadcast stare-   they know they must      Faded raids before they fold   into themselves   it's done I'm told,   acting last repeats to last   and beats you back   when credits rolled      Build yourself a fame through fire   and douse it out   when you require,   list your age on lilac page   strength in a crawl   back to the stage      When it's obvious they're not scared of us   they will drag you back to cold,   all film burnt at source, much too fast of course   they will drag you back for more   when your wish runs out they will make you doubt   they will drag you back for more   when your frame runs dry minds will start to fly   they will break before they fold      Broadcasting once   Broadcasting twice   Broadcasting one two three four five