In Birdsong

Red, the wild, the wild, the wild Crackling, the leaping of white fire A spider like the dance Shimmering and crawling over me A puppet man, a zombie Lances from the blackness of my eye I look into the Godmouth The energy, the energy in us There's something in the white matter Someone in the white matter I hear song in reverse Birdsong, song in reverse I hear me sing A song That I cannot begin to understand The slaughter in the sky Pulling on the magnet in my mind The stench of it, the rendering The energy, the energy of us There's something in the white matter Someone in the white matter I hear song in reverse Birdsong, song in reverse I hear me sing There's something in the white matter Someone in the white matter I hear song in reverse Birdsong, song in reverse I'm vapour in your love I hear song in reverse Birdsong, song in reverse I'm vapour in your love There's something in the white matter Someone in the white matter I hear song in reverse Birdsong, song in reverse I'm vapour in your love