Well, well, well, another little game slave
Wires, blood, conductive
Live enough to function
The warmth of the light in this moment
Over-exposed, iridescent
Tear all the skin away
Pull all the static out
Wrap us in lambent noise
I wanna feel this moment flowing up my throat
Reflective chrome through the patchwork
Bismuth nails dig
As close to whole as we can get
Saturated soul convulsing
Child, crone, survival
Death
Tear all the skin away
Pull all the static out
Wrap us in lambent noise
I wanna feel this moment flowing up my throat
Too much input
Just how I want it
Torn to fragments
With you
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