[Lyrics by Mir-h iD] [Lucifer:] See how, I to I, eye will meet my selves, Heir to their chinese box under seal. Once the toy's code is cracked, The horn of lips unsealed births open season. Wiretap the tight rei(g)n on which Every eye does see X Thru channel krosstalk And teknikolour ghosting "your hijack is your salvage" (signed the Pirate) [You:] But the urban heart gallops Pumping through presage-riddled alleyz And the traffic-jam At the gastro-crossroadz With panting pistons of sludgy... F - e - a - r. What if, between each coffin bone You were free to flee The chafe of post-fugal safety, As petalz by lethean Lanez can traffick No quick fix against the Fickle Figment? [Lucifer:] The warren's flaring nares would Draw in your acrid dew - only to puff Out the sulphurous Smoke on your nape, Shepherd you into your blind bolt-hole. In/out - again - in/out - again - in/out - again - in/out... [Red War. Victims:] Projectiles of diversions, safelight alarms, Jitter everywhere; as The bullet's image is imprinted in the eye; The cartridge fuels up on a database Of souls and ignorance Making room with a view. [White Pestilence. Eyewitness:] But for wired life, the nucleus is empty, In(ocul)ated against parousia Our pilgrim rattletraps trailing our fears Corrupted cargo? Any pathogen hitchhiker To deadhead the (g)hostcars? [3x] The trojan horse stuttered... not so The wildfire of cha**eurs echoing from its womb. [Black Famine. The Equestrian:] Like the eagle @ the liver, This scrawny scout, this dark satanic mill, Walks with never-healing hunger. Scavenging the century's corpse For your tablets against me, You, marasmic and meagre, become its daily bread; Not the voiceless bodies of hollow men But their disembodied voices. [Lucifer:] Voices of ether withal - serrated on the edge Around the icy bower in Babylon's Concrete covert of knowledge, Where a paper plane of d**h statistics Touches down in the dust bin; The crew of fickle figments are go! CNS News Listen! Silence! "News anchor stands in, as former chair's sidelined On wrong side of today's pranged bridge." [Pro-guard:] Our tape binds the safeguard of our liberty [Anti-guard:] They s** up the corpus And through loopholes shoots subconscious sham [Pro-g:] you pander to panic; why mask our seeing-eye dog? [Anti-g:] if you say eye for an eye, why must it shrug off scrutiny? "Pre-polls show pro-guard hit home at play-off talks." "Vertigo beaten at ballot-box." [Delegate:] A patch in a changing world, The star chamber's been installed. I am Legion, organeyesensation My stars will watch you flocks My scourge will strike with furious anger I am Legion, the view from your room. [Lucifer:] ...punchdrunk in the gutter you see The puffing chimney on the scarlet lab In after-pangs, the labial scars On the door, the bra** placard: "Here the B-st from the Sea Sired the B-st from the Earth," Voice-over devouring lung (inside out) Here also the B-st from the Sea Begot the ba*tard son of dawn, Undevoured in the stern chase Of red dragon chasing mother chasing Her elusive bait of twelve stars, One-third unhinged, shooting stardust Leaving the world, punchdrunk in the gutter, A neutron star. [You:] We've become T-cells tearing at the hand that feeds us. Kamikaze anarchitects drawing the bottom skyline. The Pirate's mutineers shaking the tower's wide foundations To feed the bloating crypts of babel. Unto Earth-turned-Sea, drowning out History, Golden bathtubs, boilers bleed and dissolve. The sky's the limit tumbling over The last vertigo a wagging tail.