Our wires churn Moving in dynamism Far beyond Far beyond reason We take what we are given We are the current We are a flow of vigour Our muscles pound What is the fuel? What is that brought us down here? No sense No matter Our wires patch Stitched to nowhere bodies Softly A string line course of vibrations And shivers We are the current Flowing fast down the river Every single nerve pounding What is the fuel? What has driven us down here? No sense No matter
