Photic tremors in the periphery,
Asphalt screams under violet light,
Ordnance echoes in the circuitry,
Severed sleep in the dead of night.
The grid is bleeding mercury,
Neon fractures through the sight,
A city built on treachery,
Exalting noise as sacred right.
Synapses snap in the strobe-light glare,
Oxidized lungs breathe the phosphorus air,
Every heartbeat is a tripwire snare.

The center will not hold the sound!
The center is underground!
Burn the synapses down to the root!
Silence the fuse of the celebratory soot!
Losing the grip in the electric flood!
Nitrate surging in the blood!

Speed of light is a heavy weight,
Velocity of the urban fate,
Muzzle flashes decorate the gate,
Cerebellum starts to vibrate.
Tearing the mesh of the inner ear,
Sifting the chaos from the fear,
The holiday fever is drawing near,
Nothing but the static is clear.
Two hundred twenty degrees of the mind,
Leaving the logic and the flesh behind,
A kinetic blindness for the deaf and the blind.
The center will not hold the sound!
The center is underground!
Burn the synapses down to the root!

Silence the fuse of the celebratory soot!
Losing the grip in the electric flood!
Nitrate surging in the blood!

Ringing…
White noise…
The red, the white, the bone!
We are all alone in the resonance!