Organism Lyrics & Chords By Thinking Plague

Droplet held between glass
for platelet high or low
platelet high or low
red white count
count highways
headlights backlights
trailing into my pulse
and outside rushing
you say something
perfectly lost
all the movement
inside us
winding down
a big artery

All the movement
inside us
winding down
a big artery
and we wish
on a star that's died
whats to realize
with the naked eye

You say something
perfectly lost
our dreams
the stars
to old deaths
we wish upon
our space our time
fragment light
and whips
at invisibility