In a room. Almost a cage. Heat spiralling, driven high. No time. And in a place, of human walls. Light draining, all sides. Cold fire. Washing over. Killing fast. Across the shoreline. We keep screaming, "Catastrophe." We keep screaming. On vile waters, illusions seethe in my veins. Chasing a time beyond all reason. Worn eyes. Self-missions enchained. A sudden cry, of tragic speed. Driven high. No time. We keep screaming, "Catastrophe, catastrophe," and time runs dry. We keep screaming, "Catastrophe, catastrophe," and time... Under the barren night wind. No sound, no tensions let go. Hunting like a machine-animal. Unbound. Whatever the toll. A sacred vice. Cruel seeds. Draining light. Hellfire.
