We reinvent the words.
Why won't they change their minds?
Their satellites came crashing to the sea.
The dolls lost their dresses and
We reinvented the world.
But with the hull collapse,
I feel the rushing water baptize me.
My yellow waste has dried,
The milk of my soul soured,
Spark then fade
Just like the data link of pink noise
Now I'm free.
Sent underwater
We've been left underwater.
Loud ping of the sonar.
« return.