Stowaway - Chris Connelly

The sound of secrets, in faith falling

Steer demented, uninvited driving game

Here falls the bloodshed blame

Stowaways contort the air

Your arms revolving in clock-face stare

Bight the fossil framed against your farenheits

You’re being smoked out with a strange surprise

Cold, unfractured, against your lies

Shattered head bridges are underhand

Destroying asylums on the sand

You want to be alive when it happens

Blind exits fly when the voices cry

Abrupted again, for a dream in a second

While little is known of the current intact

A resurrection under glass

Your skin begins the hours are hours inside

A dream in a second or warped against the night

A dream any second the watt against the night

You want to be alive when it happens

Blind exits fly when the voices cry

Abrupted again, for a dream in a second