electric world

on the current
where the angels go
a billion little spirits
flow, off the grid
into the danger zone
there is a charge
for all we know

that song is playing
but it sounds like screams
red velvet murder on
repeat
red velvet murder on
to dishonor
volume
at a heartbreaking low

we, electric world
conductors
the heat of the dead
in our laps
the fire of the fallen
in our lamps
warmth exploited can't stop
the cold wind
sun sent to steal
seethe freed souls from
our raised and dimpled flesh