Our wires churn
Moving in dynamism
Far beyond, far beyond reason
We take what we are given
We are the current
We are flow of vigor
Our muscle pounding
What is the fuel? What is that draw life down here?
No sin, no matter
Our wires patch
Stitched to nowhere, bodies
Softly
A string line cause of vibration and shivers
We are the current
Flowing fast down the river
Every single nerve pounding
What is the fuel? What has driven us down here?
No sense, no matter
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