The Auto-Asphyxiating Hierophant

A concentration of disasters

Our words not properly fixed

We fall or fixate

Is this the threshold?

Is this the threshold?

Fixed in a thousand voices

Blended and descended

Indestructible and definite us

It's only zero charges electricity

In love with a similar assistance

No action without, it seems, inaction

Making noise to cope with this pain

I happen to be in contempt of laws for awful

It was logical but fatal

Once more the fortress of pure numbers

In confusion with a false moon

It will fall soon

It will fall soon

It will fall soon

The white magic of the moon

Is the black magic of the Earth

Spice, it makes welts on my nerves

To what extent have we deceived ourselves

As to the damage?

Being misled

Mistaken by instinct

Ice temples crackle

Like the capital in the rain

And my eyes vibrate at a catgut rate

Stagger into the streets bearing after the blood-red number

The flag banner

Stutter and stammer

Nothing will ever be the same

Nothing will ever be the same

Nothing will ever be the same