Текст: Weatherbox. American Art. Atoms Smash.

The sequence found and pushed away, i'll love nothing more,
drink plant eat drink take my time,
drink plant eat drink take my time
a stage set for the plague of primates,
in the sky, on the wind, in the soil,
i'm waiting for my cloudbank
to rain and rain and rain on the world.
brian: atoms smash,
seeds hit ground,
the craters birth new plants,
they swallow my friends,
a single seed crashes into me,
i'm lifted by my thrashing strings,
what am i? what have i combined?
i'm a spiral, i think quickly,
i expand, my strings grow wings and hands,
i'm a spiral, i am spiraling,
atoms smash,
seeds hit ground,
the craters birth new plants,
they scream and spiral towards deep-space dark mass,
they swallow my friends,
they swallow my friends,
STOP!
this must be hell!
a universe grows in myself!
oh, i will let it grow!
it will stretch my strings!
and in that pitch-black brightness, i become everything,
atoms smash,
seeds hit ground,
the craters birth new plants,
they scream and spiral towards deep-space dark mass,
they swallow my friends,
they swallow all of them (my friends, oh?)