Worlds Within The Margin In Flames текст и слова песни

(Ljungstrom, Stromblad)

Raindrop hits the leaf changing it's position slightly on the street next to

polls of monotonous waters He walks Slipping feet from steps at random He falls


In the space of between his body and the ground

comets cast off their names stellar neurones misfire


Witnesses inhale the seed

and spit out a million branches


Buds abloom in all directions

frin which events occur

relations and virused meetings

catch fire and explode

In the margin of butterfly wings

entire cycles of evolution

outplayed and faded

sparked away and leaned back into

vacuum-filled nirvana


Between the two of my eyes

feverish fractal scar

Dance like were they on drugs

peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits

A hasty blink

and a million life-to-comes

will never be the same

as they never were


In the kinetic energy of a moving fist

lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe


With the first movement in organic scap

came a bouquet of alternative answers