Walk in these empty streets
Walk in the monolith maze of stone
Life has gone underground
Walk on the skin that the golem’s grown
Number one, a work’s day to be done
Whisper through pores of steel
Spore of a world, blown in from out
Coat flows, floats behind
casts round a corner and swirls about
Here among where a work’s day to be done
I am the finest messenger
I bring what you cannot spare
cannot be seen in light in lightning
I am the one thing out there
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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