Из альбома: scree:transmissions
weathered away by the sheer weight of meaning
no pause to recoil & you fall in line here
it takes seed, a glimpse of the wound
under the idea
& you know
this isn't always what it seems to be
a need to compare
i can see past you into forever
i can see the end
she is hacked by the answer
face down
& i never take the strain
she enters the arm on the wings of the needle
the media covenant claims this as truth
a violent revolt to this taste of the artless
grasps for the proof
she's trafficking in answers
[& we fly]
stained by the mark of the word
under order of our lady of pain
the secret
blistering under the skin
bears the imprint of the incision
[& we fly]
still yearning for a brighter day
[& we fly]
we'll blow this lie away
& she is hack'd by the answer
face down again
& i never take the strain
she is hack'd by the answer
flakes out again
& i never take the strain