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SOME CIRCLES YOU CAN’T LEAVE

All the things you leave behind,
without end, without beginning.

You asked if the islands
Would float away,
If the stars run through me
Like a river, like the air:
I said “yes”

Remote places where we’ll go
Without a doubt
I don’t think the stars are symbols
But let’s find out
And here we go
up
into the
stars.
Inside the pyramid, deeper in it,
hidden exit after Osiris.
All the stars are swords, I’ve never been so sure.
But ’til then we’ll be hanging on the wall,
all our faces will be boomerangs hanging on the wall.
All the trees started to walk and all the rivers started to talk,
but only through digital manipulation.

I was a grain of sand
You were the still black sea

Slice through ice
Minefield mics
Tone-wheel cyclones
Your thoughts, mine
Wear fun death-suit
Tropical design
Blade grammar to the death
Everybody run
[everybody run]
Some hearts beat
So do these
Some sounds can put tides in seas
We’ll think till our minds align
That’s when we’re slicing through time
We’ll think till our minds align
That’s when we’re slicing through time
Three thousand thoughts in our mind
That’s when we’re slicing through time
We’ll think till our minds align
That’s when we’re slicing through time
Flight through ice
Toxic sound
Line for line
Mind by mind
There are worlds up above
There are worlds inside
Some hearts beat
So do these
Some sounds can put tides in seas
[everybody run]
We’ll think till our minds align
That’s when we’re slicing through time
We’ll think till our minds align
That’s when we’re slicing through time
Three thousand thoughts in our mind
That’s when we’re slicing through time
We’ll think till our minds align
That’s when we’re slicing through time

In between the reed nodes, where the stars are hiding
In the way that an animal wakes
There is something there.
In amongst the gaps falls every word and silence
In crushed glass by the train line
There is something there.
In between the islands where we used to swim
To that place I am on my way
I am on my way.
I swam towards your ship
Like a missile guided by vague feelings.

It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September holy relic
It was September this is attack
You look around now
You look around now
You look around now
You look around
I’m not an actor, I don’t have lines to say
Until I write them all down on this piece of paper
So are you ready, you’re on my sound list
Going to war cause of black sounds and black magic
No longer human you are a weapon
These frozen guns by this guide can’t lock
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September holy relic
It was September this is attack

These are all words lost in dreams
Travelling at the speed that blood pumps
I feel your breath which carries my hope
In the way ships pass at night
Every word announces storms
It’s like stepping from the door
There is no barrier and no wall
Through your veins I trace a walk
Endless looping chains of rooms
Go forever, hurry on
Looping streetlights spell out words
I don’t want to say goodbye
But as I wake it begins to lose sense