Death - Preoccupations

Anchored to the bottom, you can see the current

Situation bending in and out of focus

Floating to the surface, you can see much higher

Quality arrangements of the constellations

Stranded and broken

Another day where everything’s turning inside out

We went too far the other way

We’ll never get home

Sail into the shoreline, occupy the picture

Perfect combinations in the grains of sand

Stranded and broken

Another day where everything’s turning inside out

We went too far the other way

We’ll never get home

Holograms cutting through the lines

March in 4/4 time, hollow shells

Stuttering, convalescent hands

Obvious in what they desire

What does deep midnight’s voice contend

Deeper than day can comprehend?

Accelerated fall

An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen

A catalogue of the passages never seen

Apprehending the instances there have been

Weighing out the occurrences guaranteed

Overlooking the idiosyncrasy

Holograms cutting through the lines

March in 4/4 time, hollow shells

Stuttering, convalescent hands

Obvious in what they desire

What does deep midnight’s voice contend

Deeper than day can comprehend?

Accelerated fall

An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen