discover frozen effigies of foreign gods in a town without whispers we'll find a maze of EXIT signs get lost searching for escape until the inevitable heat death of the status quo
we'll waltz deadlocked, mercurial eyes in the glittering sea of black hole leftovers the spacious sound, the silence stretching . . . you'll drop a bottle and time will slow
in that moment of collapse I'll fanatically search for all the shards, as they turn red in my petrified grip and try to piece together this unsolvable puzzle
on our cheeks, the irritating scratch of a bitter wind