Tin (The Manhole)

I (I) I (I-I, I) I (I) I'll be the fox by the road, I am Enormous and evolved A predatory mass, in the dark, I am unseen Me dripping oil from my tail and me Eyes are through the fumes Yellow as the arc of imagined LEDs I leave a path in the snow little Rainbow diesel paws I devour the smoke that erupts from all exhaust I make a dash for the median There's a banshee searing past And everything is light and it's noise and I reach the grass My eyes are wide and my teeth dropping Straight out of my skull They clatter on the road anatomically displayed I am as lithe as a vine as I Whisper up the verge And I am almost up to the shoulders of a horse Little sea anemone, pool of rocks Why'd you see an enemy I cannot? Could there be a more heavenly artifact as pure as that? A little sea anemone, pool of rocks Why'd you see an enemy I cannot? Could there be a more heavenly artifact as pure as that? (A little sea anemone, pool of rocks, why'd you see) I sleep a while in the dark of a (Enemy I cannot, could there be) warehouse by the sea (More heavenly artifact as pure as that?) I'm now as giant as the sun I used to love (A little sea anemone, pool of rocks, why'd you see) my limbs are shoots springing forth I am (An enemy I cannot) impossible and black And I can feel the gravity rushing into me I feel a pull on my fur and a A hundred tiny hands And I can feel the men and the women clamber on They will embrace me tonight as a A father and a son And I will carry Homo sapiens through the night I cannot imagine the things they did to you I cannot imagine the way it feels for you I can feel the gravity rushing into me I'm but a hole in the fabric of the scene I was but a drop in the ocean all along