Bond (feat. M. Doughty)

The trouble is a single atom shot at random random fire two particles fused and coupled once united multiply the waves run underground electric power copper wire some tiny evil bursts the surface lays quiet like insecticide Slanted, the eyes and this bonds mind to mind the risk is mine and this bonds mind to mind She says a word across the ocean I hear the spit I hear the sigh the wavelength undivided to drain the fruit and leave the rind the shot runs through her wiring through her curve through her spine to feel an impulse rising rising a mess of reason and kissing eyes.