作词 : In Flames | |
Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street | |
Next to polls of monotonous water he walks | |
Slipping feet from steps at random he falls | |
In the space between his body and the ground | |
Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire | |
Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches | |
Buds abloom in all directions from which events occur | |
Relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode | |
In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution | |
Outplayed and faded, sparked | |
And leaned back into vacuum-filled nirvana | |
Between the two of my eyes feverish fractals soar | |
Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinths re-mapped exits | |
A hasty blink and a million life-to-comes | |
Will never be the same as they never were | |
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
Lies a birth machine for a parallel universe | |
With the first movement in the organic soap | |
Came a bouquet of alternative answers | |
All different multiplied and re-divided | |
Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite | |
Written between the legs on the | |
MeganeuraSuburban city maps and dormant dictator semen | |
Marked their way trough time | |
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe |
zuo ci : In Flames | |
Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street | |
Next to polls of monotonous water he walks | |
Slipping feet from steps at random he falls | |
In the space between his body and the ground | |
Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire | |
Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches | |
Buds abloom in all directions from which events occur | |
Relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode | |
In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution | |
Outplayed and faded, sparked | |
And leaned back into vacuumfilled nirvana | |
Between the two of my eyes feverish fractals soar | |
Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinths remapped exits | |
A hasty blink and a million lifetocomes | |
Will never be the same as they never were | |
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
Lies a birth machine for a parallel universe | |
With the first movement in the organic soap | |
Came a bouquet of alternative answers | |
All different multiplied and redivided | |
Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite | |
Written between the legs on the | |
MeganeuraSuburban city maps and dormant dictator semen | |
Marked their way trough time | |
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
Lies a birthmachine for a parallel universe |
zuò cí : In Flames | |
Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street | |
Next to polls of monotonous water he walks | |
Slipping feet from steps at random he falls | |
In the space between his body and the ground | |
Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire | |
Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches | |
Buds abloom in all directions from which events occur | |
Relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode | |
In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution | |
Outplayed and faded, sparked | |
And leaned back into vacuumfilled nirvana | |
Between the two of my eyes feverish fractals soar | |
Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinths remapped exits | |
A hasty blink and a million lifetocomes | |
Will never be the same as they never were | |
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
Lies a birth machine for a parallel universe | |
With the first movement in the organic soap | |
Came a bouquet of alternative answers | |
All different multiplied and redivided | |
Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite | |
Written between the legs on the | |
MeganeuraSuburban city maps and dormant dictator semen | |
Marked their way trough time | |
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist | |
Lies a birthmachine for a parallel universe |