Apocalypse – Ezekiel 1:1 lyrics

I black out.
I dream of fantastic, drastic,
multi-colored plastic machines.
I break down each and every time.
But I'm not a prophet.
I'm not your visionary.
I'm tapped out and I get a little spastic.
Should I get my head checked?
I never asked for this sign.
I'm junked out.
Breaking out of detox.
Pissing off the robots.
I must be out of my mind.

I know we are electric.
We are cellular directed.
Like a wheel in a wheel --
we are sex appeal.
Our great sphere is falling from the sky.
Your vision has gone critical, Ezekiel.

I tuned out.
I saw electrum.
There was perfection.
I saw the wings in the sky.
I shut down.
I cowered from the brightness.
Is anything else like this?
The world was on fire.

I know we are dissected.
We are shadow anorexics
with bile on the way up.
We are coals in a fire.

There were four faces
moving all places in every direction.
Conjoined and concentric.
Eagles and lions and humans and oxen
and seraphim choking on ashes and rust.

I know we are electric.
We are cellephane and septic,
Televised.
Junked up with information divine.