[00:21.115] Through wolfram and ichor,
[00:24.113] I was conjured into being
[00:28.183] Among all this blood and bone,
[00:31.963] I am supra liquid and stone
[00:49.993] I place coins upon my eyes
[00:54.662] and wait for death to arrive
[00:59.412] Wrapped in a winding sheet,
[01:04.092] I wait for aeons to end
[01:08.774] Bound in plastic, will I be allowed
[01:12.924] to follow, where all the others have gone?
[01:18.265] Do these fibres contain all the same the others had?
[01:27.674] The kaleidoscope is shutting down and frost dims open eyes
[01:34.754] Momentum of the oscillator arm, slows and expires
[01:41.854] As the stream of positrons now begins to dry,
[01:49.303] all the vital transmissions fall silent and die
[01:56.133] I place coins upon my eyes,
[02:00.824] and wait for death to arrive
[02:05.643] Wrapped in a winding sheet,
[02:09.653] I wait for aeons to end
[02:15.345] Here at the waning fire
[02:18.122] At the end of gossamer thread
[02:22.172] Haunted by the urge
[02:24.952] to know how it all ends
[02:44.032] Bound in plastic, will I be allowed
[02:47.651] to follow, where all the others have gone?
[02:52.831] Do these fibres contain all the same the others had?
[03:02.371] The kaleidoscope is shutting down and frost dims open eyes
[03:09.403] Momentum of the oscillator arm, slows and expires
[03:16.461] As the stream of positrons now begins to dry,
[03:23.192] all the vital transmissions fall silent and die