«…I hear voices from another star.»
Black tide profane
Your sex on display
Drowning us slowly, we're dreaming
And the voices, they scream.
We're just another star in space.
Love's burning flame
We're slaves on parade
Drowning us slowly, we're sinking
Into her sorcery.
We're just another star in space.
«My stories are attempts at reception — at listening to voices from another place, far away. They only come out at night when the background din and gabble of our world has faded out. Then, faintly, I hear voices from another star.»