A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors no turning back
Present danger
Well, you bred me
Well, you fed me
Well, you made me
You knew I wouldn’t go, that’s why you threatened me,
would
What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God,
I will not accept the truth, I will not accept
These are the pictures, these are the feelings from the
I see the scars of action all writhing ‘round your
I’ve got myself a widget, a gizmo with wires
and martian
Hey, you wait, cringing in the dark, you create what
I’m vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed,
as the red shift fills my eyes
Minist
Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all
Yes, yes, I’d launch into the rising sun
My living breath
Spiralling, falling – a silver machine, from wings of freedom,
silent