Strange Attractors - Beastmilk

This terrible world

You unfasten in my mind

Each ancient minute

Rewires my heart

Held in a kiss-spell

Of electric blood

And the night comes undone

And the night comes undone

Strange attractors

Lost in the opium

Of desire… desire… desire…

Desire… desire

Holding hands full of fire

The stillnes of now

Charged atoms collide

A new hip moon

In our eyes rise

Sleeping with frictions

Glued to our mind

A fatal distraction

A fatal distraction

Feels so strange

It can’t be wrong

Feels so strange

It can’t be wrong

Strange attractors

Lost in the opium

Of desire… desire… desire…

Desire… desire

Holding hands full of fire