Alien Inside - Arca, Shirley Manson

A star

A soft memory turning away from starlight to self

I’ll ask you to remember

The first death

The last birth

The first time you recognized the alien inside

In the face of abject misery

Remember the post human celestial sparkle

A mutant faith

A mutant faith

An identity faith

Or perhaps nothing but an abstract construct

Your vanity or your sanctuary

Your vanity or your sanctuary

Or your sanctuary, or your sanctuary

Or your sanctuary, or your sanctuary