The Memorious (Demo) Swans

I see the turquoise lake spread out flat between the desert hills
I feel the sun penetrate my skin
I feel it melt the marrow in my bones
I hear the engines grinding, relentless
Crushing stone
Crushing stone
Giant steel insect arms rise up in clouds of rust
Then they pivot and they groan
As they violate and they thrust
Down we ride into the pit
First we’re swallowed, then we’re folded into it
Inside our gouged mouth
New home is a liquid that is velvet, black and slick
It slides down our throats and it fill up our lungs
Feeding young minds with thickened oil and blackened scum
Clawing blind, pounding rock
Killing light with grit and grime
Breaking hands, marking time, sucking dust, sucking dust
Sweating copper tears that are sent up in buckets to the crust
But way, way, way up high
There’s a square hole that opens out to the sky
Exhaling hollow thoughts that like sparrows now fly
Scattering tiny shadows over continents of pale and hardened mud
Following a clear and singing thread that leads us backwards
To a home that never really was