[ Featuring the Atomic Pawns ]
Pinned like a butterfly
Preserved under glass
Not much air to breathe
But enough to sleep, or to burn
Watching life pass by
From inside this diorama
As the slowly settling dust
Dissolves the world into gray
You drift without direction
Through the world after April
Yearning for that lost
Living color
And the aliens with bleeding hearts
From the far side of the moon
Are reaching out to you
Are you still listening?
Lost out on the sea
Of limitless liminality
Treading water, sinking deeper
Stop waiting
