What's on the horizon?
I can't see from where I am
In the middle of a rhizome
No beginning and no end
No foundation, no model, no hierarchy
Like the grass, not the tree
It begins to grow only from the middle
This is where things pick up speed
Crush it and we will start again
On a new line of flight we've traced here
Because connections are endless
We won't go back from where we started
We'll blow up every code again
There's always a rhizome in the shade
Always a way out through closed gates
Here comes a new geography
Made by our lines of flight, I see
I see a rhizome in the heart of a tree
Let's dig burrows all around
And now, it's spreading out through every leaves
We're nowhere to be found
Crush it and we will start again
On a old line of flight we've traced here
Because connections are endless
We can go back from where we started
Crush it and we will start again
On a new line of flight we've traced here
Because connections are endless
We won't go back from where we started
We'll blow up every code again