song title / lyrics

"Devil's triangle"

The prophesies will somehow be
Transplanted in neglected offspring
And casualties will not be registered
Until the film's developed -

It's the sugar film, the bankruptcy you talked about
From your buoyant mouth
His hemisphere is not receding
Into viscous space, compressing time

And Emily has split to warmer coasts
Where thought-waves are less chilling
So point your ring into the water's subterfuge:
Let our powers combine

You frolicked in the leaves
With thought-rays of a girl
Who never saw the trees

You nestled by the fire
And the equator grew
Perpendicularly you will breathe

Counting every pore on the screen door:
The spaces in between

Nine o'clock and all is complex!
All hands on deck!
My men, prepared...
They are spilling champagne in the ocean:
The spaces in between

by the IOD, from the lost concept album, "who will execute this trust?"