Every other day they erupt and get measured
Scientists freak out over the numbers
Spilling into a graph the excitement in their eyebrows
Creating electricity, sparks fly across dimensions
Time travels sideways and as the machine churns
Lurid smoke pours out of its oracles
Spitting ideas into chains words that spell doom
The living plastic muscles woven with nerve endings
Caves with paintings that dance in unison
Enjoy the rhythm spent in a second
Fascination before dawn
The ancient dread of meaning
These little voices are living in our cells vibrating
Twisting like a raging fool drinking vodka with sulphur
make tipsy the angelic placed around the canopy
Metal fingers manipulate organs making you queasy
The grand opera of degradation the little voices that
dissolve thinking with artificial fluids that run out from your eyes
Darkness envelops you and you know sacred treason
The invasion by threads
the songs in your head
the dreams of the dead
That is what the machine revealed
The mechanical profit extracting
what matters and leaving behind
the wasted land