Pigface - Binary Stream lyrics
[Pigface - Binary Stream lyrics]
This is a tale spun straight
Out of my binary core this is a vision of my
World seen through membranous eyes
This is the oceans filled
With technicolor nuclear
Fish, their mutated metal
Scales riveted together
Glowing iridescent in the pitch dark depths
Deep below the steel-belted skies
This is a 122, 000 line, dense pixel-field
Million-gig of escalators ascending
And descending endlessly
Shuttling through soaring
Mega-monuments of tinted glass
Mingling subterranean with the worm-hole
Subway tunnels, underground walkways
And maintenance channels
Forming a sprawling interconnected warren
Of damp floro tube bright veins and
Hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries
Slowly choking and dying
Packed and swarming at all
Hours with sweating hoards
Sightless and colourless
Moving by program alone
This is grey skies dense with
A patchwork of contrails
The inter lacing lines that score the sky
That's how you know this is a major nexus
Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament
In angry oranges and
Hot-white black smoke plumes coiling
Up from strangled wreckage
This is the unfamiliar sky
Gone faceless once again
The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly
Static coloured the same way every day
All day long
Until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced
Yellow night, limp and heavy with moisture
Keening with sirens and shouting alarms
This is the night air
A foul, backed-up drain
It's water slick with oil
And plastic and flotsam
This is my poisonous world, endlessly
Dripping from up above
Outlined in chalk from below
Guard in Heaven patrols
The electrified fences
The world is over heated by the
Mass of televisions and microwave ovens
And radio waves and com-sats strung
Like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead
Millions of broadcast waves breaking
Over the globe we've burned the wings off of
Angels with our molten heat
Mobile phones and laptops cross-jamming
Each-other's frequencies, shuddering
Juddering, shivering activity everything is
Moving so fast that if you stand still on
The metal-plate platforms you can feel
The vibration of tectonic motion
Safety locks, bolting and unbolting
In the flow
The hissing of their decompression keeps
Me awake at night
It's the sound of blood passing through
The fibrous veins of the world
It's the vibration of information
In quantum growth it's the sound of thought
Reaching light speed
It's the loneliest sound I've ever heard
Out of my binary core this is a vision of my
World seen through membranous eyes
This is the oceans filled
With technicolor nuclear
Fish, their mutated metal
Scales riveted together
Glowing iridescent in the pitch dark depths
Deep below the steel-belted skies
This is a 122, 000 line, dense pixel-field
Million-gig of escalators ascending
And descending endlessly
Shuttling through soaring
Mega-monuments of tinted glass
Mingling subterranean with the worm-hole
Subway tunnels, underground walkways
And maintenance channels
Forming a sprawling interconnected warren
Of damp floro tube bright veins and
Hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries
Slowly choking and dying
Packed and swarming at all
Hours with sweating hoards
Sightless and colourless
Moving by program alone
This is grey skies dense with
A patchwork of contrails
The inter lacing lines that score the sky
That's how you know this is a major nexus
Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament
In angry oranges and
Hot-white black smoke plumes coiling
Up from strangled wreckage
This is the unfamiliar sky
Gone faceless once again
The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly
Static coloured the same way every day
All day long
Until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced
Yellow night, limp and heavy with moisture
Keening with sirens and shouting alarms
This is the night air
A foul, backed-up drain
It's water slick with oil
And plastic and flotsam
This is my poisonous world, endlessly
Dripping from up above
Outlined in chalk from below
Guard in Heaven patrols
The electrified fences
The world is over heated by the
Mass of televisions and microwave ovens
And radio waves and com-sats strung
Like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead
Millions of broadcast waves breaking
Over the globe we've burned the wings off of
Angels with our molten heat
Mobile phones and laptops cross-jamming
Each-other's frequencies, shuddering
Juddering, shivering activity everything is
Moving so fast that if you stand still on
The metal-plate platforms you can feel
The vibration of tectonic motion
Safety locks, bolting and unbolting
In the flow
The hissing of their decompression keeps
Me awake at night
It's the sound of blood passing through
The fibrous veins of the world
It's the vibration of information
In quantum growth it's the sound of thought
Reaching light speed
It's the loneliest sound I've ever heard