If you live on the Fantastic Planet Some days You feel steel on your scalp and steel in your palms
You are the evolved, and the constantly evolving Rapid; rapid; rapidly And we live with steel on our necks and sonic waves booming from our chests and temples.
We were under the impression of evolution we were living with evolutionary spectacles covering our irises until they were torn and we were naked and our Garden of Eden was our impression of our stance and state
The charts were rapidly running; like a film. We were getting left behind in our caves with our left hands and our flat-feet. We ran faster than we had need to Till we were inhaling particles; atoms that had not existed when we were still the spectacle And we brought them out of their Fantastic Planet and they brought us out of our sleep.