In Birdsong

Red, the wild, the wild, the wild
Crackling, the leaping of white fire
A spider like the dance
Shimmering and crawling over me

A puppet man, a zombie
Lances from the blackness of my eye
I look into the Godmouth
The energy, the energy in us

There's something in the white matter
Someone in the white matter
I hear song in reverse
Birdsong, song in reverse
I hear me sing

A song
That I cannot begin to understand
The slaughter in the sky
Pulling on the magnet in my mind
The stench of it, the rendering
The energy, the energy of us

There's something in the white matter
Someone in the white matter
I hear song in reverse
Birdsong, song in reverse
I hear me sing

There's something in the white matter
Someone in the white matter
I hear song in reverse
Birdsong, song in reverse
I'm vapour in your love

I hear song in reverse
Birdsong, song in reverse
I'm vapour in your love

There's something in the white matter
Someone in the white matter
I hear song in reverse
Birdsong, song in reverse
I'm vapour in your love