Through The Pipeline

In your serial killer breed
Of fleshkadettes and atmasurgeons
Undisturbed your beauty sleeps
Quickened only by belief
Forgotten in the maze of mind
Ancient pieces of machinery
Towers up like the frozen dreams
Of a prehistoric beast

From under ground
Under our town
A delicate sound
The beating of ancient wings
Through centuries
Of darkened dust
Your chromed feathers
Untouched by rust

I searched you everywhere
On the streets and in the temples
With my restless nights and days
Written all over my face

Then underneath
My thin sore skin
From deep within
The beating of ancient wings
A direct line
Long distance call
Through space and time
We rise above it all

Through centuries
Of dirt and dust
Our chain of love
Untouched by rust