Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spaceape, artist - Burial. Album song Burial, in the genre
Date of issue: 14.05.2006
Record label: Hyperdub
Song language: English
Spaceape |
Victims themselves of a close encounter |
Desperate abducters, constructers become infected, vexed |
By an alien virus, so alien, so viral |
Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles |
Stimulating the audio nerve directly |
You wanna come flex with me? |
Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously |
Are in any combination, rhythmically |
Shifting gears, focus upon intensity |
Wait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man clarity |
Mind starts slippin' to familiar tracks |
Bending warping, interfering with the facts |
Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying |
We are hostile aliens, immune from dying |
Don’t harass me for not behaving correct |
I only want to slide my arm round your neck |
Interpretation, electro-chemical stimulation |
The sensation you feel is entirely real |
All that we share is our struggle for silence |
We don’t wanna bother with no arms house business |
No shooting no violence |
Sensory language twist snake like a limb |
Flexible, versitile, curious like twins |
Transparent in the way that it moves |
With sufficient memory |
To cut clean through you |
Victims themselves, from a close encounter |
Desperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexed |
By an alien virus, so alien, so viral |
Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles |
Stimulating the audio nerve directly |
You wanna come flex with me |
Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously |
Are in any combination, rhythmically |
Mind starts slippin familar tracks |
Bending warping, interfering with the facts |
Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying |
We are hostile aliens, immune from dying |