Subculture Encryptors - Coilguns

How inexplicable does it need to be

To trigger our hopes — question our needs?

No words can describe what the heart foresees

This quest for odd will never cease

Outsiders and strangers from overseas

Fascinated by legends, attracted by myths

Nothing bright enough for us to keep

This quest for odd will never cease

Traffic intruders — sailors of mercy

Bind their tongues and broken wrists

Broadways to mainstream bound to oblivion

We’ll counterflow your digit waves

Scuttling our barge

We keep chasing sunkn ships

Diving deep in the muddy water

Swallowing sand and chewing nacr

Seeking paradise underwater

Our friends gathered for subculture

Pirates army for punk treasures

The only map — guilty pleasure —

Is hidden there, lost forever

Our only goal is going darker

Let’s just pretend we’re seeking pearls

Stealing values from true nature

A chunk of history for world losers

An open book of trick spoilers

Full price tickets for amateurs

Still no one calls, no rush hour

We’re waiting here patient dreamers

Our only goal is going darker

Fucked up frequencies broadcasters

Sonar sounding buzzers

Sperm whales for main singers

Ocean’s weirdest subversive choir

In the melting ice and increasing water

As surface falls into terror

We’ll vanish all into vapor

Our only goal is going darker