hidden and shrunken away
light beckons
with strobe distortion
sudden and seizing
open doors and unlocked windows implode
wreckage spewed
with perfection well patterned
I goodbey
(because bye's are to hard for this glass house)
and slink when His will
is to till
and (click repeat track)
is to till to till till
wreckage right
and ripe for the mullet maker
I mustn't be still
when His will
is to till
and (click repeat track)
is to till to till till
crank volume "Invite!"
resound as loud as light!
