I woke up. And we were on some mi
All made of metal. The autumn red
We were almost bird-like steeples,
I kept trying to stare at your fac
But now I get it... We were meant

I bin billions...
I bin the idea I’d sink and burn
I bin men with no discernment...
Or taste but no measurement
I bin freedom if it’s flawless...

Stuff is in our blood, a stain on
Slugging around, these sad star so
Stuff is a stuffy word that’s emba
...
Stuff is what saves us - but stuff

Cut the flesh upwards,
Bend your bone cot.
Be aware of everything,
Soul scissors don’t stop...
Our oceans stay so iron sweet,

Are we conducting a robot?
To write off our life slosh,
As we detach to explore...
Are you scared of the person behin
The sweetness of them, supple, sin

You work in strange buildings that
A smelly half smile, with capsule
You keep the divide well, healthy,
For those who see straight through
All of you is lizard leather, shoo

I suck sick streets
Don’t settle for beats
Die fast in dreams
Cut hearts with my mystery
Lean against high glass, face the

Soul trespasser...
You long for splendour...
You are one of those who yearns fo
You’re remembering someone’s secre
A child that partied all night, be

Wake up to a black screen...
A smooth spectrum of feeling.
An idea of life.
In dream dungeon decay...
Wake up again...

Nails of the master’s reach...
No way out, no returning to innoce
The bullied beat, the bullied beat
Knife of the master’s heart we twi
Nails scrape for us... but it’s us

We’re drift dots...
Our bodies are bulletins behaving
With nowhere to hide, we’re learni
With half our child’s eye missing,
Here, these humble bumble bees, cl

If matador is both macho and adore
Where are we in this chapter?
If peace is both picador and savio
Stepping stone and tablet...
Why can’t we capture?...

This powdered moonlight will give
This powdered moonlight will lamp
This powdered moonlight will mix w
Bring breezes you over ferment tor
This powdered moonlight is thinnin

Space grey minds – made complicate
These hotel mind-mansion muddled m
Bouquet of the fitting brain,
these silverfishes, odd souls, und
forge their separate ways -