Take me by the hand
Haunted fingers, empty threats
There’s enough clouds and shapes
Caught in great escapes
We’ve gotten soaked with fireworks and flames
Beautiful robot/s, switches and tin
Heavenly bodies, and the Devil within them
Swing marionettes from life and limb
A needle buried in stacks of pins
Tuned for trembling
Wired for kissing machines
Calm down, we’re fine for now
Gathered here in a burning house
