Supercollider / The Butcher

super collider



dust in a moment

particles scatter

coming up from the soup



swimming upstream

before the heavens crack open

thin pixellation

coming up from the dust



in a blue light

in a green light

in a half-life

In an odd light



I'm a brainscan flip-flopping

i'm a pulsewave hot-stepping

i put the shadows back into the boxes

i put the shadows back into the boxes



i am open

i am welcome

for a fraction of a second

i have jettisoned my illusions



i have dislodged my depression

I put the shadows back into the boxes

i put the shadows back into the boxes



i've seen the angels hanging over the balcony



the butcher



beauty will destroy your mind

spare the gory details

give them gift wrapped for the man

with everything



though i lived a lonely life

i was confused

a butcher

i feel nothing



as it curses up my arms

the position of the worms

up, up through my heart

into my brain



i am a big slab

a basic combination

cut out chopped liver on the block

my heart still pumping



my heart still pumping



here's a worrier, worrier

here's a little bitch

coming out of him

here's a worrier, worrier

here's a little bitch

coming out of him



coming out of him