i. for no one to get the hell in
or the hell out
dust, gases and ice
snap across the structure and stops
the surface of the arctic cape requires tough, proud isolation
the depth of the blitz
ii. a foreign object in here, my mind
trapped inside, a parasitic air, a connection
we are who we say we are sometimes
biological events dropping each of us into sweltering climate
hot and holy, melting away the heavy storm
let's just get the hell out of here,
maybe look at each other
i'm the one you hold down in floods
we're not enough - where do we start?
we're brilliant or expendable
we trace impossible designs
hold the skin right here, right now
we're very wrong bodies right here, right now
cutting the waterbear with ice
drilling blood into icy secrets
we don't have the place - until we do
which we could never have
i dont know
you're gonna give me a good deal of bad weather
what i'm doing is up to you
why we're going all over around all over again
i ain't waiting around
whoever believes that...sorry
you dont have a fever
you get deep flashing bites
you can't just give me nothing, but you should
in the future we will meet where every possibility
worms and all
you said it yourself
that's me frustrating you, that's you not flying along,
it's me always nearly going in your direction,
it's you killing,
it's me, it's you - lying dormant
we're not who we are. it goes no further than this.