Cire

Red Queen

Cire


A moment to pause and rest my oversized, 
overprized head. 
I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests 
against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear. 
Realizing that there's no distinction, 
I see the red queen winking at me and laughing, 
because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill. 

At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind. 

(chorus) 
We're still standing so we're still winning, 
but every parasite that kills its host, kills itself. 

(chorus)