The Black Hole - HORSE the Band, Antoine

I will not fade!

I will not fade!

I might be a baby caught in the snow,

But you know…

I will not fade!

I will not fade!

I ripped off my arms

So long ago.

All these wheels:

They seem amazing!

All these bombs

Must be ready to blow.

All this time

I could have tried.

All this time

I did not know.

The letters grow long and weary

And build into a maze.

The dialects laid beneath

Drip from hands yellow-stained.

Inside the envelope a heart of golden sand

Wrapped in snakes, clenched in a fist

Of a mechanical hand.

Give up and go away!

Into the void.

Be silent and do not speak!

Into the void.

Be blind and do not gaze!

Into the void.

Be numb and do not reach!

Into the void.

And if they want!

And if they want!

And if they want!

…I'll come undone.

I might be amazed like a baby but

I don’t have those eyes.

Soaring quails sing of their glories;

Vultures always lie.

In the deep, the creatures weep,

Begging to be fried.

Any change can be magnificent

If you only try.

Face the stars or the abyss!

Face the stars or the abyss!

Face the stars or the abyss!

Face the stars or the abyss!

I’ll face the stars or the abyss,

But not nothing at all.

I’ll face the stars or the abyss-

From nothing I can’t fall.

All these wheels:

They seem amazing!

All these bombs

Must be ready to blow!

All this time

I could have tried!

All this time

I did not know!

It’s so amazing!

It’s so-

It’s so…

It’s so amazing!

It’s so amazing!

It’s so-

It’s so…

It’s so amazing!