Our wires churn

Moving in dynamism

Far beyond

Far beyond reason

We take what we are given

We are the current

We are a flow of vigour

Our muscles pound

What is the fuel?

What is that brought us down here?

No sense

No matter

Our wires patch

Stitched to nowhere bodies

Softly

A string line course of vibrations

And shivers

We are the current

Flowing fast down the river

Every single nerve pounding

What is the fuel?

What has driven us down here?

No sense

No matter