Incubator (V2000)

I have a love for dismantling

Pulling apart the conceptual void

Ranting on the Van Allen belt

Till empty glass in the morning sun

5 AM and the birds will chirp

It's 'round about the time I close my eyes

And fetal back into the analogue dream

And feel the warmth wash over

Now go

See it

When you die

You'll be weightless, sign off

In your head

In your heart

(In your mind's eye)

I hear a bell of the midday call

It's 'round about the time I lift my head

And piece back together who I once was

The primal recollection begins again

5 PM and the birds will chirp

I think about how everything coincides

Fetal back into the analogue dream

And feel the warmth wash over

(Forever isn't that long if you're alive)

(Forever isn't that long if you're alive)

Now go

See it

When you die

You'll be weightless, sign off

In your head

In your heart

(In your mind's eye)