Brenna Sahatjian - Quake lyrics

The malleable stuff of our speech, conforming blob nestled in ravenous teeth There's a curtain of language, it's behind it we must reach Into that miasma of waves that saturates the air, that transmits the decay It was in reception, laid on tectonic plates, that a sore vigilante did in me awake Sat up in the dark screaming, "for something sacred's sake... Won't you lie on your land and move her to quake? The variable stuff of our sphere, the changing arrangement of all we deem real There's a curtain of color, let's grope through it to feel The soft warm glow of being, the melting of falsehoods we build just by seeing But a panicked mob running makes rhythms that sing, beseeching beneath where they place treading feet Like an ultrasound's murmuring baby's heartbeat The terrestrial witness becomes still, and that we exist, like a wind, she can feel She's drenched in our waves by each gust of this breeze Which blows with the rhythms of brain-wave in sync, with the waves of denial, of trust being breached These things we call words, oozing, wet, awkward speech Lie on your land and breathe hard to beseech that the curves of this woman will turn That she'll stir in her slumber, that we'll feel a soft squirm And get jostled into a mess we can rebuild more pure In a catastrophe of rebirth, in a revolution of earth