The default
The markers in place at the edge of time

Somewhere deep inside me there's a home
Digging thru intestinal walls
Find it, find it
Deeper
Deeper down

The shape emerges from blood and shit
The fingers of this vessel still work a little bit
Deeper, further
Deeper, further down

Inside

Diseased and primal nostalgia blooms
Older than memory, conscience, selfhood
I can see it glinting likе a diamond in bile

Come on
Therе's still something down there
There's still something down there
Ilu