Recorded on a phone in a guitar case

Molecules dissipate

Disperse & re-coagulate

Breathe in & out

There is nothing more

I am mist, you are steam

We are clouds

We are drifting away

Drifting away

Thru one of many heavens

A blue light prevails

We dream perfect music

We hang from our tails

To one of many hells

We sharpen up our horns

We plot our revenge

While waiting to be born

Particles of light, particles of matter

Come together for an instant, then scatter