A concentration of disasters
Our words not properly fixed
We fall or fixate

Is this the threshold?
Is this the threshold?

Fixed in a thousand voices
Blended and descended
Indestructible and definite us
It's only zero charges electricity
In love with a similar assistance

No action without, it seems, inaction
Making noise to cope with this pain
I happen to be in contempt of laws for awful

It was logical but fatal
Once more the fortress of pure numbers
In confusion with a false moon

It will fall soon
It will fall soon
It will fall soon

The white magic of the moon
Is the black magic of the Earth
Spice, it makes welts on my nerves
To what extent have we deceived ourselves
As to the damage?
Being misled
Mistaken by instinct
Ice temples crackle
Like the capital in the rain

And my eyes vibrate at a catgut rate
Stagger into the streets bearing after the blood-red number
The flag banner
Stutter and stammer

Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same