Supercollider
Thom Yorke
Supercollider
Dust in a moment
Particles scatter
Coming up from the soup
Swimming upstream
Before the heavens crack open
Thin pixelation
Coming up from the dust
In a blue light
In a green light
In a half life
In an arc light
I'm a bass bin
Flip-flopping
I'm a pulse wave
Hot-stepping
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I am open
I am welcome
For a fraction
Of a second
I have jettisoned my illusions
I have dislodged my depression
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I see angels hanging over the balcony
I see angels hanging over the balcony