Zo zo - Hologram

I see you over there
Squirming around
Running in circles
I might have what you
Need, right now
Here's a clover
A fresh clean slate
Held confidential
In our trust
Fasten up my stream
I'll take you for a ride
Ohhh, meld to me
I'll take it from here
It gleams inside
Stretchy and mendable
Twenty-eight-three-nine is yours
It doesn't matter who came before
The channels will fuse
And scramble the quivering signals
Darting through the light cone
Under their eyes.
Ooh, Meld to Me
Before the hum perspires
Oh, don't wait
I'm crawling into fresh flesh
Ohhh, soaked in wet
Mesmerize my sculptor
What effort is worth the strain
When we can play and generate
Your perfect Hologram
Now just move on
And don't look back
Step in all the way through
Arresting ribbons rub
Out the old
Face flattens and retreats
No one left to masquerade
Inscriptions on calluses
Fade and grey
Contrive the expanse
The pearly gates are
Open to mutate
Come inside
Give in
Or take a little
Before we duplicate
Here are linked
Forms on hand
A continual flame
Sealed off out of sight
Parallel rim flies out
Inside the ravine
Where you lie suspended
Wrong side up in
Cocoon without
A reckoning
Here you are now
We've seeped inside
Lend us your thoughts
Your feelings are mine
Oh little one
Go run and hide
What effort is worth the strain
When we can map and automate
Every move you make
Now just move aside
And let us drive
We will take it from here
One day you may have
Deja vu of a memory erased
But it's all part of the game
Just blink once
And I will delete
The last frames
Here you are now
We've seeped inside
Lend us your thoughts
Your feelings are mine
Oh little one
Don't fight it now
Soon you will learn
We now are your
Source of Self
It will just be a little
Might be a little
We just need a little more blood
Wish me a little
Push me a little
Just wait a little longer
We Are You
Why so Sensitive to Self?
Send us your trauma
Your heartache, your thoughts
No need to hold your
Worries anymore
We'll write them all off
No need to bother
Thinking anymore
You are We, so
Why so Sensitive to Self?
All the way inline
I've thrown out
The forgotten lock
Tempt to go past
Side-by line
Pass through the hum
Don't rub the spokes
Stuff it all the way down
When you get too close
Scratch the trembling leaves
This is the foil bottom wing
Release the grains that hold
In this place that has no face
Create a backdoor
Threaded around
What I want you for
In separate times
Freshly float about in
Counting long awaits
Self Similar?
Who is to say?

Written by:
John Mannion, Zoe Wardlaw

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