Alien Inside Arca (Ft. Shirley Manson)

A star
A soft memory turning away from starlight to self
Asking to remember
The first death
The last birth
The first time you recognised the alien inside
In the face of abject misery
You remember, remember, remember the posthuman celestial sparkle
A mutant faith
A mutant faith
An identity, be
Perhaps nothing but a chance construct
Your vanity (Construct)
Your vanity, or your sanctuary
Your vanity (Construct)
Your vanity, or your sanctuary
Your sanctuary, or your sanctuary
Or your sanctuary
Or your sanctuary
-tuary