The  Agent  That  Shapes  the  Desert  -  Virus

The  agent  that  shapes  the  desert,

you're  a  well  of  dense  fluids

From  the  basin  of  time,  you  have  derived

from  the  lakes  you've  left  behind

The  boundless  celestial  season

drags  the  sands  of  time

In  between  your  flecks  of  sparks,

a  constellation  of  departed  stars

A  day  in  the  life  of  the  agent

One  blink  of  the  eye,  pre-creation

From  the  catacombs  where  our  dead  rivers  run

the  constant  red  glows  bright

A  thousand  arms  point  to  the  sun,

the  sky  picked  clean  and  white

Into  the  bestial  season,

the  angry  animals  are  all  in  sight

Just  fiercely  rotating,  roaring

in  between  their  specks  of  light

A  day  in  the  life  of  the  agent

One  blink  of  the  eye,  pre-creation

A  day  in  the  life  of  the  agent

One  blink  of  the  eye,  pre-creation

Analyzing  eyes  howl,

you  watch  the  ashes  engulf  the  sky

Known  pulses  hits  the  air,

behind  a  veil,  your  breath,  you  sneer

The  radiant  tunnels  stashed,

now  grasp  the  atmosphere

Washed  away  towards  the  tides,

and  chased  down  towards  the  spine