© electric babylon music author: m.m.
she’ll split you like the unknown atom, and leave you to build your own
bomb, she’ll make all your birth starved memories, available only in rom,
her map littered with ghost town eden’s, a perfect lover is conceived, by a
love sick hologram wh-r-, and a lie that is believed.
her eyes swimming into darkness, the horizon is her holy grail, and your
just the playwrights understudy, your fiction just tells her tail. carried by
the tease of the future, the needless now just the curse of her sigh, just
the foreplay for the s-x of tomorrows, the place she meets you when you