She's weaving from car to car Checking the doors Leaving, leaving bloody handprints on the paintwork All locked shut
Drops to her knees gasping Wheezing, can't breathe The gas mask's leaking, acrid smoke Her pain, her, her, her slip's on fire
She flaps at it Swung ringed wrists flap-flapping Beat the embers out
From her crouch she tries another handle An old Pontiac Unlocked, she scrambles in Slams the door shut, ducks down Peace
We're all in wherever it takes us We're all in, it breaks and it shapes us We're all in wherever it takes us Let's ride
She strips off her slip Blotted heavy with blood Tosses it on the pink leather backseat Smoke coils out of a zig-zag cut on her palm
She sucks on it, metallic taste Underneath, a jagged flap of skin Wisps of DNA unwind Uncoiling, dissipate, float away
"An upgrade, " she laughs Words pour out of her mouth, bubblegum Like, like, like, hieroglyphs Bioluminescent opaque shapes Fill up the Pontiac And here it is, here it is
We're all in wherever it takes us We're all in, it breaks and it shakes us We're all in wherever it takes us Let's ride
She's in the multiverse Connected lives overlapping like a Like a hall of mirrors Lives lived and shared, lived and shared Affecting her now
Gig-gigabytes of history like a Like a, like a map Ancient cultures where men sit around the fire singing Whilst the women keep bringing the children in She strips off her skin suit It puddles at her feet like worm cast Every cell illuminates and expands Spools upwards, melting
Dissolving into, into cold light She dives in Illumination And here it is, here is is
We're all in wherever it takes us (She's made of stars) We're all in, it breaks and it shapes us We're all in wherever it takes us Let's ride
We're all in wherever it takes us We're all in, it breaks and it shapes us We're all in wherever it takes us Let's ride
Compositores: Timothy Booth (Booth Tim), James Patrick Glennie, Saul Davies (Brown Nylon), Mark Hunter, Garret Noel Lee ECAD: Obra #32968170