random starlight meets a blind eye
seeking undiscovered self-importance
pleasant distance finds me still
slighly awaiting what is getting closer
the radio directs the hunters
into the shark aquarium
mother ship we're doing fine
but somehow we lost contact
noble fractions out of
vague distractions
blurring relevance of
many details
the radio directs the hunters
into the shark aquarium
mother ship we're doing fine
but somehow we lost contact
an overdose of frequency
a random line to lead the lost
the radius was not defined
and somehow we lost contact
as if it's slowing down the fall
