Spaceape - Burial, The Spaceape

Victims themselves of a close encounter

Desperate abducters, constructers become 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

Shifting gears, focus upon intensity

Wait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man clarity

Mind starts slippin' 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, versitile, 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 slippin familar tracks

Bending warping, interfering with the facts

Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying

We are hostile aliens, immune from dying