Fen Pilot Plant Lyrics

Reassigned to work in shadow,
To spend my nights looking up at machines.
I’m taking notes at intervals and fixing lines
And pacing on the mezzanine the speed of time.

I want to go before I see my girlfriend
The way that sucked the life from me
A phone call stretched apart,
They don’t do shit for me.

In the mask, my breath is sour,
The body knows that something isn’t right.
The break lumoirs at 2 am are squinting bright
The main door’s tall and sinister and with no light. I want to go before I see my girlfriend
The way that sucked the life from me
A phone call stretched apart,
No, they don’t do shit for me.

A cloud mounted over head is dripping such
The sci-fi grin consider in is all my synthetic
ambidextrous glove
This could be my super power,
To spin these clocks ahead.

I ride in the up book, a flash of light,
And spin these clocks ahead.