don't know you at all

Picture a beaten backdrop that spits and shudders like a swarm of mechanical insects. The sun shines a dirty yellow, bilious daffodils sprouting everywhere. Danzie, aka Computer Magic wanders alone through the misty dawn. In the same bleary-eyed snapshot, her voice dips into a pool of childlike glee and siren-like zen before towering above the post-apocalyptic mess where the other towers used to be.

Computer Magic - Immediate Cause of Sleep