Miasma Field Modulator(Trafalgar Square 3.3.2020)± F∝V + Field Recs(Blackbird / House Martin)

Negotiated the sacrifice,

Got evolution at a better price,

There’s always money to be made

Behind every secret handshake.

A life’s work you’ll never need,

A crisis of identity,

I don’t know what you’re selling me,

But failure is still honesty.

A dead weight hanging empathy,

Past every star to infinity,

But I suppose it all depends,

Some things are just worth doing,

Still, feelings are for hiding,

Every healing with bad timing,

Moon lassoed my certain death,

Well, you and me, we’re something else,

Our sparklers set to the future tense,

An arrow’s thirst for an easy target.

The reasons all packed up and left,

Hung cast like a death mask,

The features all but trembling,

Overwhelmed by a vibration,

That resonated with everything,

That never was, and always is.