i'm on your line
deleted all your mails last night
stayed with my machine
breath night
and deliver your words to my mind
slipping from your desk
i hit the floor
beneath your gear wheels once more
you put me on your shelf
my whore
your speech runs through my mouth and my lore
awaiting gaia's tears
...to cleanse my denial
i head in pace
hunting roots from place to place
growing softwaring
embrace
the corpses that fell from grace
i stray through e-ruins
eating soot
killed god, he dropped no loot
i climb my own throat
for more
and cower in your lap, nature's gore
awaiting gaia's tears
...to cleanse my denial