Black Hole

I'm on a wave of light
Pan-astral highway
Gardens of stars ablur
Less than a feather
But where to go? You know
Baleen teethed whales of waste
Carve through the worn air
They harvest then radiate
And stitch up the warm air
As if they know they're drawn
To the black hole

Rest in the fountains dried
Hardly a breath to take
Snaked up the helix
Learned living is passed away
We all return
Into the black hole

It's a taste that I know



Credits
Writer(s): Bud Wilson, Cameron Spies
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