Are we mere space dust drifting in time to nowhere and destruction? The corruption seeps to the purest light and that is existence Above it all burns the stars buried in the stomach of our land Just one more drifting chip of consciousness Stumbling against static waves is it the machine keeping us down? Plugged in expecting to peak Above it all burns the stars buried in the stomach of our land Nothing but dirt and old bones held together by dust To crack the land and the old backbone clears the mind of stone A cold smear of last night’s smoke the drowsing lot Reeled in on its silver thread red dust a smell like maturing rust Emptying days and the driving mantle gloom Last night’s smoke the drowsing lot Just plugged in expecting to peak buried by dirt and old bones Are we mere space dust drifting in time to nowhere and destruction? The corruption, it seeps to the purest light and that is existence Above it all burns the stars buried in the stomach of our land Mammalian spreads mute into an extended nervous system A dense mass of consciousness, the blood of our air There are times when we are nowhere Falling apart it seems There are times when we are nowhere Falling apart at the seams Falling apart it seems Falling apart at the seams Falling it seems Apart