Seven (Is it rolling?) Seven (Is it rolling? Roll)
I´m keeping my commission to faith´s transmission Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red Satellites flashing down Orchard and Delancey I can´t get laid ´cause everyone is dead
Hey, gold connections Analog soul waving in your hair Hey, hylozoic directions She´s talking blue streaks everywhere
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body Stereographic mix-up, field on field It started growing up the day your body dies Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey, stereo stations Perfect image, kneel down Hey, hypostatic information