ReRites (Below the Ocean)

two halves of a navel mingle within things to dwell in the early realm breathe and impale swab the plaque clip on repeatedly the wrong viewer a cage not born evntually, the big cha-cha funeral promise of every neocortex is trusted Below the Sea laughter and birds, sheets of light, and stories, famine chocolate, desperado clouds driven by unbearable duties. [CHORUS] Too simple our movements leave wounds. Too simple our movements leave wounds. [OUTRO]