Alkaline Throat - Uneven Structure

I know who you are

Adrenaline stricken thought

You call for this childish inertia

And I seem to crave for whatever light as up

Every gathering has become an occasion

I’ll take your word for advice, who am I to judge?

Whatever it is as long as it takes as out of nowhere

Keep filling in this drive, lead as up to the outburst

I know who you are, sweet silk

Now get me where the lights become stars

Hunting ourselves down until we see

This tapestry of projected minds

Sweet demon this is going places

Hunting ourselves up until we glimpse

Our last breath and some more

We are going to get through

What nothing in this place

Could make us ready

Take a stand

I burn and you’re ablaze

No longer the lucent glow we both rave

Then flesh melts and then trickles

My loathing echoes back at your laughter