Chicago, Pt. 2 - Lirr

It’s scarfing the insides

To lift it up

To lift it up

And it’s feasting on honey

To lift it up

To lift it up

Solar revelation as stars collide

To lift it up

To lift it up

Supernova-remnants fill my lungs

To lift it up

To lift it up

Infected by your bit

And I compress my lips

«Sinking golden teeth

Sweltering calor strains the skin

Grafting golden slivers

Culling out, the void begins»

The sun drops

The sun drops

The sun drops

The sun drops

The sun drops out of my

The sun drops out of my

The sun drops out of my

The sun drops out of my mouth