(Radio chatter) You’re coming in… I think I can hear you… Hold on… Wait… Inflorescent: Alright, the signals are now live You should see a blip on the side if the transmissions are tied They can’t jam or find their own designs, so we stand to slip out under their watchful eyes They’ll be none the wiser, when we run on by em, And bust through their perimeters and jump the wire Had enough of being cuffed in their rusted iron, So trust we’ll kick dust and then duck the sirens Spitnautical: This prison’s been filled beyond its limits, Without knowledge that this spawned a mob of opposition in one spot, And all are endowed with a common interest: dissolve their restrictions and get on with their business It might seem far fetched and distant ‘cause they’re split, twisted, and gripped by long arm, But we’ll prove that instinct wrong All we need to do is generate a spark to go detonate the bomb, So what’s used to ring the riot alarm? Inflorescent: If the inside of the towers stay true to the blueprints, It’s the two switches next to the grate in the case with a translucent blue tint, Lift the top and use it Spitnautical + Inflorescent: Those who know the plan will know the signal, And those who don’t will go and take their chances They flow out of the halls while we fleeing through the middle to get ghost and leave commanders An angry crowd it moves like pools of liquid; Thrashing up against the walls that hold it Can’t be bound once provoked it’s too persistent When the wave outgrows its limits then we floatin' with it … A run over grass, leaves, and stones; alone but in time our paths will be colliding The sun sinks into the horizon, at night a destructive wind thus arises Spitnautical: Cut through, and trust discussed routes If you gotta adjust stay cautious enough to elude em Keep moving, onward under the covering of leaves And head somewhere we can shut us in from the heat Inflorescent: I’ll glide, slide, duck, and breeze past the branches, shadows dancing, dirt kicked up in transit Still hurt from the panic, I’ll tie part of my shirt, and skirt out, with tourniquet over damage I hear ‘em coming, what’s the move? Spitnautical: I’m breezin’ past the river on the west end… We should trickle to the south and produce the union, Where the rivers intersect, connect, and twist and project forward, And pour out past the borders In order to prevent detection we need to extend the distance, Between them and us, so they can’t corner or guess what direction we rush Stay missing, concealed and nonexistent Inflorescent: The searchlights are distant, I’m hearing no steps Spitnautical: Keep pushing, they could get close if we lose footing Inflorescent: I turn right move slick with the river, I’m nearing the end Spitnautical: I just arrived myself, the sirens’ll die down the more you stride out I hear footsteps descend and flow one set, so I know attendance is low, lets mend up and go Spitnautical + Inflorescent: Cascade and coalesce, we surge like hurricanes Emerge from the weight when we burst through the frame Swerving through lanes, no curve could contain This convergence and all else can burn from the flame

[Word added for clarity] Inflorescent: Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron I'm tired of these constraints Bound by the ways of old; my whole road's been paved with, Status quo, fold to the cut, do not strut against the grain, so, Going from in to out has made me sane I played the waiting game inside that crowded prison, ‘til the crowd became Too large and untamed for guards to manage, Too dense and many to see who moves throughout, Too loud and frantic; the sound surrounds and drowns the scrambling, Allows an escape from bounds around the ground we stand in, When we skate out under the panic, in space, a couple of phantoms… Spitnautical: Into new spaces where our true faces reflect out Set our own path considered after we smash the mirror, Cause that shit differs, from inward inspections, that simmered in correction and ejected Inflorescent: What’s next? Spitnautical: Head to the nearest planet we heard of, With atmosphere that can nurture and sustenance to preserve us, Plus we know this land’s protected and nestled inside a solar system, [Where] no one has permission to go in any condition, If it ain’t interstellar, our former leaders let it grow to fruition, even if it never closes the distance, But we just broke with tradition, situation is clear: If we hid in your sphere there’s no fear of recapture here Inflorescent: The past is to be defeated; Spitnautical: The future’s to be attained; Inflorescent: We saddle what’s in between them, Spitnautical: To break loose of the frame Inflorescent: Old patterns we shatter and leave them Spitnautical: Won’t submit to restrictions or anything that inhibits bringing vision to existence Inflorescent: My passages transmitted from systems off the atlas They pass from our position and they stab into the blackness They’re passin' through what's captured through curved reflected glass, which Points at the zenith, just trying to see us We may be resting for now, But we will exit the house soon, Get to the vessel and press on the pedal and zoom To a new home, The one that you own, A green and blue stone, This signal is proof you were never alone … Inflorescent: Look through the curtains, I think I just heard someone I’m buggin’, those motherfuckers might’ve stuck with us a bug or something, ‘Cause we left nothing that could be used to hunt us; Any trace of us is flushed, scrubbed, or combusted and touched up, what the fuck? Did the one other we trusted betray us or go say something to undercovers? Spitnautical: Doesn’t matter, no time for wondering-- Inflorescent: Footsteps are doubling, boot straps are buckling, we’re trapped-- Spitnautical: But they’re not busting in… Inflorescent: Oh fuck, you’re right, they might be afraid to rush in, and strike -- something isn’t right They wouldn’t hold back like this with no motive Spitnautical: They probably think we’re armed and are waiting for backups to overwhelm and oppose us In that case, we only got a moment to focus before this blows up in our faces We got time can’t waste it and if we jet they’ll chase, so we need to make some separation Inflorescent: I could make some makeshift escape shit to take eyes away as we break and race to the ship In the basement there’s leftover fuel, so let’s take it upstairs and go douse the whole house with it Place the couch in the way of the door where they’d break in The forest round the sides is so packed, and the route to go past the house is in the back, And that means to catch us they need to run up inside, And if they try then those motherfuckers’ll fry So untie that rag, grab the matches from the cabinet, dip the fabric in gas and attach it, Straight to the container, and let that shit hang in the remainder Strike a match against the strip to make it light up; Put the fire right up to that shit till flame gets drastic This place was great, but it no longer serves us, so hurl that shit backwards and dash through the backwoods like (BOOM) Spitnautical: Peel through the trees, can already see the smoke’s risen through the leaves The rhythm of my sprint riffs in tandem With the crackle of the embers of restrictive conditions that I leave Hope they choke on the remnants, a growing black smog suspended, The last second ever I’m depending on another in our path to independence It don’t work, get to the ship and let’s end this Inflorescent: Yo wait hold up, That same motherfucker who gave the safehouse to us, Was [the] same one who gave us the whip, And any vessel gives identifiers when connecting with anything wireless That shit could be an easy way to spy on us, And after what just happened, we have reason to think They got exact pins applicable to pinch us after we slide, Upon leaving it’ll only be a matter of time Spitnautical: Well then can we turn that shit off? Inflorescent: Well, we could switch off all communication, but we’d have to settle for whatever information’s pre-loaded on the ship, and we don’t know how old it is It could be centuries behind, and that shit will leave us essentially blind to how much their weapons progressed over time; We need to know what lies beyond what could be enemy lines Spitnautical: Well we don’t have any other option, So cut the shit off and we’ll deal with the consequence When the time comes to cross that bridge, But for now let’s focus on reaching our deliverance The ship is now in vision with vines hanging tight to its side, The light of the mayhem left behind is eclipsed by close-knit forest That contorts and slips outta sight when we board the ship, We’re typing your coordinates, pointing us towards it and Lifting off from subordinance, into the great enormous expanse… So we rupture and leave, Destruction can be productive of new conditions, Outcomes can rise up above the ones that we live in, And it can make a life where we can breathe….

Spitnautical + Inflorescent: The way we move from what we parted with, It’s out of our way, losing grip on our esophagus Start up breathin, we completely restartin’, ‘Cause clearly their shit’s stallin, and we got off of it ( x2 ) Spitnautical: Move beyond the border of the sky into the darkness; on board we breathe regardless En route I can feel a gravity removing off us; any more would leave me nauseous Inflorescent: Stay loose as we move around the cabin of our starship, on a course to be free and lawless, But a new thought is holding me back from staying calm, ‘Cause our target might be more like the previous than we thought… The drives of this vessel have all kinds of knowledge of all things celestial, but it’s all far from flawless Necessity brought us to sever lines of connection, But now it’s time to make the best of this mess and garner a broader perspective, Of where our straight shot is set to be met with A more informed assessment might prep us better for what we’re stepping in Spitnautical: So pull up the screen and compare fragments of data ‘til we reach an awareness more complete Inflorescent: It’s gotta collection of continents, almost all of em got occupants, But only a section of the populace is directing the rest from the top of it, But these directors aren’t connected and will often wrestle for dominance over weapons and commerce, All lookin’ to suggest that we’re correct would be repetition of all we left Spitnautical: I had guesses about weaponry but the scale and the methods are far from it, And they might already be beyond it It’s like our fate is always constructed living regardless, Even in flight it’s a given? No matter where we turn it’s homogenous Inflorescent: Well fuck that, any bricks they build above, we’ll bust that, Such that, the walls fall too hard to reconstruct back In place, take the weight of the rubble and thrust that, Down to the floor, and fucking crush, pack, pound it in more, ‘Cause we ain’t done yet, never gonna run again, Not reverting or bluffing, inevitably flooding in, We ain't tryna hear nothin’, No time to explain It's three holes through the back of your brain, tip you backwards to drain… Bridge; {Spitnautical} + (Inflorescent): (Break, shake, and disgrace the essence at base, I demand a safe place,) (And it’ll be met like tectonic plates rubbing together: one) {will} (go) ({under…}) {We made a break from external repression,} {And with no chance of an exit force is the only method left to prevent it} {All the evidence suggests you’ll step on our necks in a second,} {so you should know you brought this shit on yourself don’t forget it} Spitnautical + Inflorescent: The way we movin' through this dark abyss, It’s out of our way or losin' when we park the ship Spark plugs needed, we completely restartin’ Cause clearly your shit’s stallin’, and we want all of it ( x 2 )

Inflorescent: (I can almost) Taste it, celestial take aim at the basis The best route to shake frame is to break it, Because the fist is clenched, the arm is strong, the bomb is armed, and your shit is next Smash your glass encasement, and your face with it In passiveness, I find nothing but disgrace for living Slammed and crammed then made to listen to ancient visions resold I demand my space for living in boldness, Emboldened by the infinitely naked oldness of fresh clothes, And in linen that flows like cut ribbons, we launch… It’s absolutely beautiful… Fuck y’all From great gas we form to smash through your usual, You think you got it locked down? We laugh at your delusions All your security seems premature next to futurity We’ll rip your tendons and rewrite your endings Feel the fury of various individuals, Two shine brightly like rarities in minerals A ball of light; was a comet moving calmly, Now I’m striking deep beneath to raise zombies And beat the drum that bears blessings to the boundless Send lessons for the unaccounted for… When we eject from black holes, energy undetected by your electromagnetic spectrum, and, Anti-gravity particles, your glue will prove useless We might’ve been on the run but this pond’s lookin’ small We flow, explode, and break down like the sand Giants from the sky, thundering coming from something It’s the call, the wall that falls to smash all And you scram, as tall as one could crawl, land on your hands; scrawl the tale, it’s beyond the pale, It’s what’s coming to land, make no mistake, it’s the mothafuckin’ BLAM Spitnautical + Inflorescent: Spent too long laying dormant, We escaped from home and goin’ straight for your orbit Between us the space is shortening, yeah, your fate is sealed it’s time to face the torment Got an unsafe place of origin and we soarin’ quick, fuck with the course of the ship To make the shortest trip, and flooring it, When we both join forces your best defense plan’s to forfeit -- we’re swarming Spitnautical: Our tools are beyond, anything you’re set to develop for two or three eons Respond how you will, No recon could ever put you in a position to anticipate the friction or pressure Y’all gon' have to sit through the weather Any prediction is error til our craft makes touch Your meanest stuff’s ancient artifacts to us We’ll smash the crust then fucking blast through the dust like (BOOM) No safe havens, cause we hatched a plan to land and leave your place blazin’ Wipe the foundations of your house to make a statement Crush the granite and blast down through the pavement Stones shake, waves oscillate, and erode the base, of what remains in the wake No changing our course, ain’t much space before This isn’t a warning; it’s a comet burst to flames, While approaching and is aimed to take out your floor, Foreshadowing to when we cast shade on your door, Invade your estate, make the high stakes toast, Then break out and make a glass ghost look opaque … And where will others go next? Where prey goes after detecting holes in the net: They explode from the reins, roam and finally take control of events, And build nests and homes from the bones that they find decomposing in the mess We already said it, there’s nothing else to explain… Don’t get to steppin' and just leave us to our domain? We’ll aim the mothafuckin’ device straight at your brain and BLAM

[Word added for clarity] Spitnautical: Truth be told, who lives at the end is still loosely unknown, I’m obviously sold but the problem writ bold is the absence of information [That] leaves us to half guess and sit and wait, until we access this different place, And if that’s that, we run risk of a massive shift in weight, Where the ones we attacking switch to chase us, Back us into the corner of the living space we invading, [I’m] getting fidgety they could have made infinite changes, Just think of shit they could arrange for us, given they grew up in the field we step blindly [I’m] thinking we boot up the computer and connect to the actual network, Of data that is tethered to average crafts since the factory send off Inflorescent: Understandable fear, but where you think those average crafts end up, When they try to bend law, and dip off? Right into the bent claws and dripping jaws, of the same forces who we fence off We too far to just spitball; we glitched through the wall it’s simple: we connect we risk all Spitnautical: While danger is there, We now near the area where we can bounce through the barrier of a region, [That] institutions can’t bridge for any reason, A deep new sector in the deep dark sea we cruise in, A murky gulf that’s fluid, and should be reviewed and inspected -- lest we dive blindfolded Inflorescent: Listen, all decent and fine motives; We fly uncharted over wide ocean But, my gripe is, I think we might get left lifeless, By those with access to track and trap us if we try connecting What if the sky opens and they roll in with weapons… threatening? Spitnautical: If the chase is resurrected, we do what we do best, make an exit My direction brought us this far, please just trust my assessment Inflorescent: I’m compressed by the pressure, torn, and honestly worn out, from this war for our right to be ignored, But if you think my trepidations are more of the same hesitation That got us canned in the first place then… let’s chance it… I’m game for a gambit where we gain understanding Click clack now kick back and render the planet candid… Spitnautical: Piece together shards of the readings ‘bout their star, And the creatures that evolved within the reaches of its warmth Inflorescent: I’m fixin up the histories of civilizations, digging up their mysteries, It isn’t exactly presented as a list to me, So give patience, i’ll flip the signals, and tinker with info that given to me, And dissipate the fake shit and fuzz that’s clouding our inquiry ... It’s coming into organization: the whole world is post industrialization, A full thorough honed-in investigation, Shows its several hundreds years past breakin’ nuclear stages, But I see little non-geographical segregation, A worldwide coalition, might be raised in, The name of non-nation based correlation, and coordination, A well formed swarm of faces, Spitnautical: Cut to the chase Inflorescent: Well what’s takin’ place, is an advancement beyond what the logs had to say, This is no small shack in the middle of a swamp, It’s mega cities sewn tightly by military law, State organized labor, a collected attitude of gratitude and pride amongst the people, Boots, and helmets, they’re not exactly feeble Spitnautical: C’mon cut to the chase Inflorescent: The guns that we’ll face are collectively aimed, and big… like big, big, big Rigged to kill, made to fill great spaces with disparate steel, That splits your grill, rips through thick shields and leaves skin peeled Explosives that slow the flow of their oceans, A sky littered with satellites that can focus, at hyper speeds and incinerate commotion-- Spitnautical: Well how we gonna think of strategy ‘fore we close in? What’s that? That sound bouncin’ around from all points of the ship, Inflorescent: Oh shit fuck that, It’s a warning, Quick run to the back, Something’s forming near, it could be the forces feared Nightmare’s coming to life, check the glass Spitnautical: Yep you’re right they’re comin’ to arrest our ass…

[Word added for clarity] Spitnautical: Five in proximity A team of dark objects crawling in symphony Entities seen clearly on scanner manages to the eyes to vanish, In backdrop of infinity and hollow expansion Looming presence who moves together in droves Any second they could choose to pull the weapon and throw the lights on, Advance to the side of our ride and slide with us tied or put five in our mind Right now we fly blind, heat cant match the pursuers, so we have to maneuver past ‘em No direction is safe, in space there’s no blockage, They won’t stop, but I refuse to go backward Just think, up or down we captured, left or right we just might be history after [We] gotta split em up and slip through the fractures, slick, we dip out quick then flip the chapter Finger pointing ain’t necessary, I get it, but they point way more than that, and you should know blame’s pointless when we’re laying on our back with through-holes, Spinning though the vast black vacuum twofold Inflorescent: Alright, whatever What first we gotta do though is sever the cables set to maintain the connection, Because that way the detector will lose track of the signal, Then we find gaps for our craft to swing through Spitnautical: Ay you know how to kick it to full speed? Inflorescent: Yo believe me, I lived in ships since I was three feet Layout ain’t weird; I could figure it out, but the way out ain’t clear; we need to figure the route So first we need a lane to carry us while we move, These ships ain’t equipped to do the jump to random areas [But] two lanes are luckily nearby, First doesn’t go fully inside but the other moves up and through the barrier... To a broke down base -- A closed down rickety station made by a long gone faction set for observation Beyond the confines where cops can chase us, Plus it stares at the rock where our odyssey stops Spitnautical: Locate it Inflorescent: We gotta hit the gate and rip open space, then slip in the star system, we fix to stay From iced nothing we move diligently forward, towards a warm trace Spitnautical: The crawling legion just switched the beacon Light is screaming past my head and leaving my peripheral blind, If they hit from behind then our voyage will die Not a split of a chance that we dip with our lives, so avoid em and dive Friction is imminent once they hit range to spit at us, So mitigate the militants and get us to deliverance Inflorescent: Vision, littered with glimmering crafts, as their blasts whizz past us speed faster, If we meet them hang left; change directions, Circumvent their methods to get us enmeshed up, Get swept into the net, instead, we jet through gaps in defense -- roll and soar, Then flow in between the frames they leave open to doors Leave em choked in the smoke in the back, Leave the yoke in the past, coated in smoldering ash, In the moment we both do the dash, pull through the full on attack, Then stab towards the lane and set up to get goin in a flash, Holdin’ to hope they won’t close in and hone in the zone we reside We soon about to bolt cause we’re approaching the path, Now we’re close up, so go up and grab the lever and press the pole to the dash … Inflorescent: Steam dropping, clean exit, nailed it We hopped and fleed them assailants, But time is still of the essence, they could fly in any second Our ruthless pursuers ain’t clueless to the routes that we’re taking Spitnautical: There’s two of em now that’s just sleuthing out the end of the gate, And with the armor plating and tech weaponry that they’re boasting, Best bet at fencing is next to nothing, we need a plan Inflorescent: Thankfully we’re outta of the way of major expansion, So in a bid to stop littering, trash is sent from planets It clashes all together in one major mess, Next to the trajectory from the nearest gate I would guess Spitnautical: Shoot in, and lose the first two, then move along the side, Of the group of huge rocks loosely coinciding, Duck the phantom arm that follows close They’re like ghosts, floating in and out of the scope, Undetectable by conventional methods, silent like death is… A foe just popped out and cut us off, Closing right on our backs and they might be above Inflorescent: Well I will not be made caged today, [I’ll] aim the top of the ship at the hull, And then throw them into some shit and then pull back, Let them smack and then crash so they know we mean business I refuse to follow history I refuse to be deterred Lead a craft into a piece of scrap, I will stomp for freedom earned All I see is space between these rocks, Spitnautical: Objects pop in view, we weave and dodge Inflorescent: Respect given to the individual instance of obstacles, And they’d rather clobber through; a bomb in a maze, For stomping, in the faces, of flaws and the fray Spitnautical: The arm of the body that harms and then blames -- Don’t bother, my arms clear blockage from the frame Our vessel has potential to launder us; it can still wrestle us off from this No split seconds for pondering, can’t squander this, [We] Need to jet from this conference and get autonomous … Aggressor just passed on the left and best bet’s the others are set to approach, Roll and dip downwards ‘fore they spit rounds that’ll decimate and fry all the engines in our ride, Carve the vessel past the ice and debris, And the glistening comet-streak-littered cosmos between us and the star we seek, And leave guards and alarms in the garbage heap behind us when we onward beyond their reach, And rise up when we launch to a spot where we can lie up on a rock with some modest heat, Become one-off anomalies and bring calm to a choppy sea, But the method to the goal is evading all the weapons that are set to wet our domes Need to get our footing by setting the ship to the direction of the zone, And then to get to gripping and pushing and pressing on the pole

Spitnautical: Hurdling away from certain murderous intentions, I’ve been served a burden and burned from the tension and pressure that's tried to bend us, But over time I’ve learned it’s worse to curve my direction, I’m severing any sense of hesitation That keeps me away from the dark side of my oasis in any way Inflorescent: I’m about over this, we’re past the breaking point… Sliding over around under and through all these walls, nets, and grids… flying from fire… But our landing has become certain… Spitnautical: I know we can take em, it’s time to double down We've resisted the flame before, it's time to put it out If we lock minds I'm sure we can drop a bomb on em, So let em know the type of chaos we'll be spawning Inflorescent: I’ve committed to eviscerate the prisons of the planet -- leave the system scrambling Pistons twisted and damaged; ripped to ribbons and banished I'm envisioning rhythms of war, sands of time, shifting and bending to no will, plan, or design You ain't prepared for this type of intervention Total chaos, comes when I crush your conventions Straight into the ground, no place for safe and sound, All your bases will be found, from space we’ll trace you down Ugh… Better start runnin’ Hope you have a way off this rock, cause we won't stop coming We come in peace if you stay that way When we descend from space, others ain't safe that day They better skate that day Impending pain is their fate, change ascending in their wake It won’t end in an escape It’s all ending for the sake, of starting a new beginning These two ain't givin' it back; flew in the ship to attack

Spitnautical + Inflorescent: To those who sit at home and have tuned to this broadcast, or are hearing the files from the past, Cause those in control blast it through public channels, Or one subject has stolen and compiled it for others to handle, ‘S’all the same, contact’s been made, our path is lain, your hard facts will change, We don’t stop at speaking, unscrambling beyond codes floating on waves We’ll flow through eroding the terrain, it’s over just hold for the rain, That’ll wash away the scaffolding that is holding you in place mothafucka, Built by those who run games set above ya, I’m here to warn ya embrace disorder or suffer… Shifting between Spitnautical and Inflorescent: Attention, when the vessel lets go its suspension, Headed for intervention, edit’s an underestimation Let this be a statement, we’re readier than your rebels to level everything beyond its basis, And know we don’t cling to apparatus, don’t dictate from attics, nor sit wait and pass it, We crash cornerstones into crumbling dust Our presence is not constructive and no coming with us … Yeah trust me, when dust settles to floor, don’t expect anything more, We don’t bring the medicine for the sore, We enter in through the fringe and unhinge the doors, And bring to fore things stored in boxes kept tight by cement originally poured, By individuals who find inadmissible your original form Chaos is positive when harnessed, we seek only to demolish what stops it and make more room Mutual interests collide; in the ruins you can live free of restriction and divide, and less risk that your system will skin us alive, so get behind, or step aside, when we arrive Hook 1; Spitnautical + Inflorescent: Bound to a course straight down and I Lounged in a space so foul and I Bounced to the nearest warmth around and I Won’t change now, Within small time I’m coming way way down And there’s no way around, I won't lay face down, be swayed, be played out, or decay / fade out, or drown / get laid out Our main route is ending so just consider secession Bound to a course straight down and I Lounged in a space so foul and I Bounced to the nearest warmth around and I Won’t change now, Within small time I’m coming way way down And there’s no way around, I won't lay face down, be swayed, be played out, or decay / fade out, or drown / get laid out Our main route is ending so just consider secession or get out… Shifting between Spitnautical and Inflorescent: I’ve seen the best plans bend at the beams, Then creak at the bolts, and tear at the seams, I’ve… I’ve felt the sediment stir over sentiment, Seen quicksand develop from anomalies in elements; inevitable… Went from defendable to untenable Authority and influence renders itself irreparable Structure and destruction are inseparable Inexorably moral forces changes course to be detestable, it’s destined … In response we refuse to involve ourselves in it, Evolution is scarred when an arm guards and shifts it, We run from arms, we will not lengthen ours and connect to land or law, That's bound to cause tremendous harm, A random draw creates new beginnings, continuation emboldens old paths of control With renewed pizazz, and turns righteous to sinners Spitnautical + Inflorescent: There's no escape from the burden, Unless we break and disperse this mold Hate to inform you must embrace burning; Hate to inform you that space is this cold Hook 2; {Spitnautical} + (Inflorescent): (Descension) {Bound to a course straight down and I} (Ascension) {Lounged in a space so foul and I} (Dimension) {Bounced to the nearest warmth around and I} (Progression) {Won’t change now,} {Within small time} ({I’m coming way way down}) ({And there’s no way around,}) ({I won't lay face down, be swayed, be played out, or decay / fade out, or drown / get laid out}) ({Our main route is ending so just consider secession}) (Descension) {Bound to a course straight down and I} (Ascension) {Lounged in a space so foul and I} (Dimension) {Bounced to the nearest warmth around and I} (Progression) {Won’t change now,} {Within small time} ({I’m coming way way down}) ({And there’s no way around,}) ({I won't lay face down, be swayed, be played out, or decay / fade out, or drown / get laid out}) ({Our main route is ending so just consider secession or get out…})

Spitnautical + Inflorescent: Two escapees and a ship, an always-on signal signals splitting Inside a well-oiled machine, wind coiled and twisted between pistons, Flows over the wave of a surging mob, then gliding over walls to get distant Trail of leaves kicked up in its rhythm; we took leave under lights in the prison Left for a new day’s birth -- propelled by explosions, from smoke we emerge An offense to the resting inert: the lever’s been pressed down, and sparks the start of a burn Metal mesh artificially netting us can’t hold the fluidity of flesh given its nescience A sprint to the flint and the fuel’s for the take off… …Wait pause, refrain in a safe spot, lay low and stay calm Broken from aged iron, become apparitions who diffuse through barriers and into new environments The present is our theatre we act live in it Independence not a question we require it A pause without calm, rather deep suspension, The end of being penned in, the debris ain’t settling, A chance to hyperventilate and land on our feet Suddenly disruption advances on peace A storm surrounded and encroached on in blocks, We poke around, slip through cracks in the rocks Branch off as lightning, frying a path of nimble defiance, Learn from the past to leave a fire behind us, but keeping a torch to scorch likeness, And flee quick, hold our breath sacred, we freed it… …We leave this planet, released to freely breeze about the cabin, suspiring, Much higher than old atmosphere’s reach Gravity no longer compresses my chest -- navigation unleashed Now that I no longer feel the spotlight’s heat, I can float amongst dots in a sea Our survival is predicated on what surrounds our arrival, A better day or a rival, a void of information or bed and asylum, we left the light and are blinded, But that’s fine put the flood lights on towards a new path Light of information illuminates the dark parts of the situation, Homogeneity behind chipping paint in the new home we infiltrating, it’s enraging… …Pain in the discovery, the law’s spotlight was one thing but we couldn’t duck the sun’s stare, Swapped one star for another thing, suffering is sure The weight pressing down is completely universal though unequally mature We must sweep the floor of the dust collecting, expect war From the seminal singularity; a ball of bright colors, unlike others, and it won’t take five summers, To reach the beach and breach each of your shores A phoenix from ash on a celestial stampede that will screech through your doors, A comet screaming towards edifice to cause craters, Leads to better shit in the wake of the shaked up, and the liberated endless flows of nature, A storm approaches to lift sediment and layers… …The looming stare of our all encompassing information void; Peering over the edge into the static from the massive depths it grabs back at us, A tendril extending to constrict us and end our ambitions, This moment becomes a bend in direction, a loose end-questioning intermission, Schisms are overcome by convergence on decisions, On the swirling vertex of space dust that awaits us -- unnerving repetition… Unnerving repetition… Imposition re-emerges, concrete seeks to stomp out burning Can’t keep original flight path or turns when eyes blinded by spotlights returning The long arm reaching and casting a shadow on chance of succeeding, Needing decision: spin dead hopeless or flip over borders, Need quick roads to slip from the corner When inhibitors approach us we slipped like slick foxes Move through fractures and cracks in boxes Long since accustomed to loopholes and cautions Use our deliverance to carry us in hyperspeed Break through space in a life-saving driver’s seat, Jump through the gate, time waits for us as we fly straight evade dust, Engage thrust… …Breaks hushed, lever snapped forward, commitment to the contingent, Declaration of decimation imminent, a finishing of everything that’s tessellated, Re-ventilate it with a breath that sets blazes, jamming a wrench in machine ready to break Layer of ice we zoom through, left in our wake as our comet moves straight Ready to break a stone down to sand and vacate The point of no return has become a point so small, out of the window I cannot see it at all -- First time feeling strength in a while is when our tensile grip stabilized our fall and survived a trial, The wave that began to surge has raised charge and will break your barge to dirt, This disclosure directed to the directors, shepherds, and the sceptered: ready your weapons… …And to the rest of em, don’t fall for any preconception, Living transgression doesn’t half step or threaten, but don’t misconcept it, We are prevention, not projection, We will only insurrect not protect, We become exceptions, not give lessons, that creates henchmen, Not a message of hope but a best bet at opportunity, Given as we draw forward, we encounter more ice, a type of freezing can’t ignore, but, When we movin’ we speed quicker than the claws of any heat-draining fixture as we skip stars… Since our trip start… Motivated by thick scars… Pressed by thick bars… Ain’t no problem just want to get ours...