I am torn galactic evolution in your pocket the fight for fight’s sake
born and we immediately start to die this piece of us of the divine in us is giving the order to burn and change
giving colourfades to cut clear our own path but chained Andromeda dear they may never believe you unless you can tell them where this would be embodied
if it were real and ask the monster in the water ask me to rip apart everywhere I might touch were we wrapped together I would