4001

Before I’m nothing and done
(fore = 4 / nothing = 0)
Before I’m nought and one
I’ll take the air out the lung
take the fire out the sun.
Aping the Bristol sound,
Sound like a pistol round,
Sound like a piston churning,
What kind of curve am I learning,
Push, push squares up a hill,
A mushroom I grow larger still,
Careful not to fall and spill,
Serial thrills from Prodigy kill,
I know no medicine for this ill,
No better than sheer force of will,
Drunk on drink and drinking this sound,
My dog dreams of a day it drowned,
I dream of the day my feet touch ground,
I’ve never known if I’m lost or found,
Need sweet sugar, Need sweet honey,
Need my dreamcoat, Need my money.