Out At The Inner (dark) Lyrics

The "out there"
and the inner
have cords that get
tangled

And where
they rub
sparks and
visions

Like children
or more hidden
like
violence
violets
villians

Throb of the night
what an insane touch
like a backwards sound
answering back

Critic
Pervert
Homeless
Rascist

Phoning
Boring
Spacial
Pecking

Like a backwards sound