f I go down with this ship
I [bad word] back to you
surround you like a funeral
like the swarming of bees

and hold you like a shell
holds the sound of the sea

the way it knows that it holds nothing

that's not a function of memory

if I survive this night
I will rise up
like an orchid from a body
like steam from a cut

and divide the light
into so many rays
that I can finally find the black one
'cause in the black one I'll be saved

the sky's on fire
and nobody knows it but me
and if I'm strong enough to pretend it isn't happening
then I will be like God
and I [bad word] back to you

I want [bad word] back to you

if I could do better, if I could make amends...
I WOULD do better
if I COULD do better
if I could...

...if I could seperate this light
from the infinity of its blackness
then maybe i could consumate this war in me
and qualify this absence

it'll be extinction for the archons
when "I" returns to "We"
and we will shine like a sharks tooth
covered in mercury