Lyrics
Come up, come rolling through the wires straight to hear the sea, the hum of passing currents off the screen we see. Come up, come off the sound in time, there's a terror in these lines, leaks out the TV then it settles in the mind. Punch me till my head spins around, a line split in three contains no meaning to me, a wheel on the axis delivers the ground. Punch down a trace, a simple warning, a fortune foretold not to end up in a mound, I wish I was something that had some feeling... Punch in the eye, a saint sold it to me, told me how not to die, live a second time, a place in the mind preserved throughout history. Punch becomes sharp, it slices through flesh and bone, severs the breath that escapes from my empty lungs, I watch it fly off as I let go a final moan. Have you had me in your palm while you play? Thirteen clocks to take your voice, floating it stays.
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