Suture: Lo-Grade Fever

Wake up the blackened spoon
Overturned in fibers wove
An optic cable
Shining in the gloom
Foul medicine sets
The precedent to live
A life of accidents and fables
Signal interference
On the high-diction cables

Burning in the time code
Burning in the time code

Excellence seeped into distortion
Every day bent a bit more out of proportion
Lo-revelations at slow revolutions
Scratching the light off the horizon
Blacklight headache in the dim blue dawn
Turned to touch your lips and you were gone
Stumbled into overload

Burning in the time code
Burning in the time code
Burning in the time code