Whalefall [Benthic Error] x MANTA SESTINA (Mashup)

[singer A] Elegy for Fabric, Flesh, and Rust. [error] structure of GRIEF. [error] GRIEF. [error] Descent Depth Charge The Body Falls Feast a Structure of GRIEF The seabed gives out Don’t be cute about it. Be ritualist of rust Pressure Collapse: Everything caves in. Let sound implode— pull frequencies out from the mix a structure of grief. [transition] [singer B] The first time I saw you beneath the surface I mistook longing for a kind of slow current all silver mouth and impossible soft wings moving like nightclub silk through black water while cheap blue LEDs flickered against the glass and every body there turned briefly toward the darkness [Singer A] The Body Falls Feast a Structure of GRIEF [singer B] I followed you gladly into that warm darkness past sodium exits and the shimmering oil-slick surface past sleeping jellyfish and observation tunnel glass where your body bent around me like a lunar current and every speaker in the building leaked drowned water through the cathedral architecture of your wings We danced badly beside the touch-tank glass your shoulders opening and closing like patient wings while bass rolled through the room in a narcotic current and somewhere behind us lived the enormous darkness all those hidden bodies beneath the public surface all those secret mouths opening under the water [Singer A] Descent Depth Charge The Body Falls Feast [DROP] WHALEFALL I think desire is mostly pressure and water the face you make reflected in aquarium glass the ache of wanting something below the visible surface your hands spanning briefly outward like wings your pupils huge as trench-floor darkness mine caught helplessly inside your gravitational current [transition] [singer A] Whalefall. Structure of grief Whalefall.