Is It

Hunt down shade from creeping heat
Eyelids bathed in nectar
Branching hands held to the sky
This melted resurrector
Cyclops eye, amber moonlight
A plastic womb enlarges
A comet's tail floats through the sky
All gloaming, all impartial

That's the spirit
Our eyes bound with night
Forty minutes
In ultraviolet light
That's the spirit
Our eyes bound with night
Forty minutes
In ultraviolet light
That's the spirit
It crept inside our homes
We're complicit
Asleep on piles of bones
That's the spirit
Our eyes bound with night
Forty minutes
In ultraviolet light
That's the spirit
It crept inside our homes
We're complicit
Asleep on piles of bones



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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