| Red, the wild, the wild, the wild
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| The crackling, the leaping of white fire
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| And spider-like the dance
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| Shimmering and crawling over me
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| A puppet man, a zombie
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| Lances from the blackness of my eye
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| I look into the Godmouth
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| The energy, the energy in us
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| There’s something in the white matter
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| Someone in the white matter
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| I hear song in reverse
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| Birdsong, song in reverse
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| I hear me sing
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| A song
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| That I cannot begin to understand
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| The slaughter in the sky
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| Pulling on the magnet in my mind
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| The stench of it, the rendering
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| The energy, the energy of us
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| There’s something in the white matter
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| Someone in the white matter
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| I hear song in reverse
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| Birdsong, song in reverse
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| I hear me sing
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| There’s something in the white matter
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| Someone in the white matter
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| I hear song in reverse
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| Birdsong, song in reverse
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| I’m vapour in your love
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| I hear song in reverse
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| Birdsong, song in reverse
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| I’m vapour in your love
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| There’s something in the white matter
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| Someone in the white matter
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| I hear song in reverse
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| Birdsong, song in reverse
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| I’m vapour in your love |