seven
seven

I´m keeping my commission to faith´s transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down orchard and delancey
I can´t get laid cuz everyone is dead
Hey - gold connections
Analog soul waving in yr hair
Hey - hylozoic directions
She´s talking blue streaks everywhere
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey - stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey - hypostatic information
Come on let´s hear you turn it around