You are the headlights
Halogen
You are the kind that blinds
Everyone
You are the green
In the traffic pattern
I am hand to mouth
Touch and go.
But if I play my cards right
I could be the first one in line
To stop at the red light
At the end of the road
Maybe then I could have a minute or two
To fiddle with the radio
Or watch the squirrels climb
Up and down the power lines
While the cars stack up behind me
You fools
Waiting for news of stop and go
From me.
I am a candle
In a hurricane
You are a nuclear reactor
On a sunny day
Yes, I can see that my candle-power
Is insignificant
Next to yours
But if I play my cards right
I could be the first one out of the door
When the reactor explodes
Vaporizing everything
In a fifty mile radius
The particles of me
Could be at the vanguard
Of the ones that fall
On Latvia
Or somewhere equally as obscure.
Cavernous electronic music that is pitch black and terrifically unsettling, this is the kind of thing that would score a xenomorph rave. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2022