Voltaic

"Well, well, well, another little game slave."

Wires, blood, conductive

Live enough to function

The warmth of the light in this moment

Over-exposed, iridescent

Tear all the skin away

Pull all the static out

Wrap us in lambent noise

I wanna feel this moment flowing up my throat

Reflective chrome through the patchwork

Bismuth nails dig

As close to whole as we can get

Saturated soul convulsing

Child, crone, survival

Death

Tear all the skin away

Pull all the static out

Wrap us in lambent noise

I wanna feel this moment flowing up my throat

Too much input

Just how I want it

Torn to fragments

With you