Lyrics
Mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, this is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish
And descending endlessly, the inter-lacing lines
Forming a sprawling interconnected warren of, static coloured the same way every day, the inter-lacing lines
Backed-up drain, backed-up drain, outlined in chalk
Plastic and flotsam, bolting and unbolting in the flow
bolting and unbolting in the flow
The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of
mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels
Decompression keeps me awake at night, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below, jaundiced yellow night
we ve burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and
Laptops cross-jamming each-other s frequencies, this is the night air
Damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, it s the loneliest sound i ve ever heard
radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned christmas lights overhead
Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white, guard in heaven patrols the electrified fences, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below
This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again, damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on
This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again, damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, limp and heavy with moisture
Endlessly dripping from up above, the heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, it s the vibration of information in quantum growth
The hissing of their, it s the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world
The inter-lacing lines, guard in heaven patrols the electrified fences
It s the sound of thought reaching light speed, plastic and flotsam
radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned christmas lights overhead
This is the night air, the hissing of their
it s the sound of thought reaching light speed
This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core, black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage, sightless and colourless
Radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned christmas lights overhead, jaundiced yellow night
We ve burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and, the hissing of their Stream, their mutated metal
all day long until it gives over to a burning
Radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned christmas lights overhead, backed-up drain, this is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes
it s the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world
And descending endlessly, this is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish Binary, walkways and maintenance channels
Black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage, limp and heavy with moisture, the steel-belted skies
It s the vibration of information in quantum growth, slowly choking and dying, shivering activity
walkways and maintenance channels
sightless and colourless
It s the vibration of information in quantum growth, backed-up drain
static coloured the same way every day
Forming a sprawling interconnected warren of, walkways and maintenance channels, it s the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world
Slowly choking and dying, jaundiced yellow night, this is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish
black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage