Well, well, well, another little game slave Wires, blood, conductive Live enough to function The warmth of the light in this moment Over-exposed, iridescent Tear all the skin away Pull all the static out Wrap us in lambent noise I wanna feel this moment flowing up my throat Reflective chrome through the patchwork Bismuth nails dig As close to whole as we can get Saturated soul convulsing Child, crone, survival Death Tear all the skin away Pull all the static out Wrap us in lambent noise I wanna feel this moment flowing up my throat Too much input Just how I want it Torn to fragments With you