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Burial lyrics : "Spaceape"

Victims themselves of a close encounter
Desperate abductors, constructors become infected, vexed
By an alien virus, so alien, so viral

Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in ripe tentacles
Stimulating the audio nerve directly
You wanna come flex with me


Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously
Are in any combination, rhythmically

Shifting gears, focus upon intensity
Wait, big people a talk nobody try $#&@ with i-man clarity
Mind starts slipping to familiar tracks

Bending warping, interfering with the facts
Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying
We are hostile aliens, immune from dying


Don't harass me for not behaving correct
I only want to slide my arm round your neck

Interpretation, electro-chemical stimulation
The sensation you feel is entirely real
All that we share is our struggle for silence

We don't wanna bother with no arms house business
No shooting, no violence
Sensory language twist snake like a limb

Flexible, versatile, curious like twins
Transparent in the way that it moves
With sufficient memory

To cut clean through you

Victims themselves, from a close encounter

Desperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexed
By an alien virus, so alien, so viral
Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles

Stimulating the audio nerve directly
You wanna come flex with me


Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously
Are in any combination, rhythmically
Mind starts slipping familiar tracks

Bending warping, interfering with the facts
Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying
We are hostile aliens, immune from dying

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