Blades test the angle slowly,
error forms its tone.
Rouges blink unholy,
but balance stands alone.
Silent turbine breathing,
holograph
reads clear.
We record without feeling,
we refine what's near.
Sparks align like orders,
steel performs encode.
Weight
rewrites its borders,
torque forgets the load.
Silent turbine breathing, holograph reads clear.
We record without feeling,
we refine what's
near.
Clubs echo the motion,
glass
reports the tilt.
Wind resolves devotion
to the pressure built.