an engineering rush (iii)
(iii)

orbit thrown across the
come to me and said
but to breeze and back
blown across the me to
sol a black in the
what’s the grief

ice hot the cold is
black and blown across the
rock in empty or
what’s the point

footsteps in the metal
walking the glasses i
all the stress recorded clash
mijn alleen

footsteps in the grey
harsh contrast
like movie lit
mijn alleen
maar allen ben ik
mij bij

switch yourself off inside
tell yourself that

move
move on
move
have the dust glow crimson night
sunstun nova

& hunt the death
find the wasted
& what’s the

we know how fucking difficult
— to deorbit —