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