shrill electric blues drown out all dull synthetic hues
and that's all that's in the view up and below the open chute

then you pulled me in
to your dark liquid hell
and i can't breathe so well underwater
but the deeper we went
on our slow sea descent
the more content i became with the slaughter

it's the sirens in the shade
the ships that sank decide to stay
so spent from sunken trench. so spent when drenched and decks decayed
and i know i'm the same way
cuz as i'm wading in the waves
still can't differentiate between the flurry and the fade

but, still, eclectic ruse to trick a once-electric you
don't get fooled by the fuel my fuse is unconnected too