Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Binary Stream , by - Pigface. Song from the album Easy Listening, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 24.01.2005
Record label: Invisible
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Binary Stream , by - Pigface. Song from the album Easy Listening, in the genre ЭлектроникаBinary Stream | 
| This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core | 
| This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes | 
| This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal | 
| scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below | 
| the steel-belted skies | 
| This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending | 
| and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted | 
| glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground | 
| walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of | 
| damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries | 
| slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards, | 
| sightless and colourless, moving by program alone | 
| This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines | 
| that score the sky, that’s how you know this is a major nexus | 
| Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white | 
| black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage | 
| This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again | 
| The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, static coloured the same way every day, | 
| all day long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced yellow night, | 
| limp and heavy with moisture, keening with sirens and shouting alarms | 
| This is the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water slick with oil and | 
| plastic and flotsam | 
| This is my poisonous world, endlessly dripping from up above, outlined in chalk | 
| from below | 
| Guard in Heaven patrols the electrified fences | 
| The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens and | 
| radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead | 
| Millions of broadcast waves breaking over the globe | 
| We’ve burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and | 
| laptops cross-jamming each-other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering, | 
| shivering activity. | 
| Everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on | 
| the metal-plate platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic motion | 
| Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the flow, the hissing of their | 
| decompression keeps me awake at night | 
| It’s the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world | 
| It’s the vibration of information in quantum growth | 
| It’s the sound of thought reaching light speed | 
| It’s the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard | 
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