Stereo Sanctity

Seven
Seven
Im keeping my commission to faiths transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down orchard and delancey
I cant get laid cuz everyone is dead
Hey — gold connections
Analog soul waving in yr hair
Hey — hylozoic directions
Shes talking blue streaks everywhere
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey — stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey — hypostatic information
Come on lets hear you turn it around