it's the silent parts that you want to keep, when all the sweetness and all the anger have been absorbed, digested, loved and hated. taken in and let go. it fills you up. there's just no space in your cavities. leaking into the teeny tiny spaces between your lungs and viens, swelling up. just engorging the shit out of you. there's no room for vital habits to continue, but somehow they do. and the parts they move and flow in perfect sequence. no more rust to clog the gears. no more gears even. what was once robotic and rusted to shit... well it isnt any more. that golden light washes and cleanses and shows true nature. true nature. the parts are slathered in liquid so light and soft that it doesn't even touch you. the speed of the transition is both incomprehensibly fast and perfectly sluggish at the same time. leaving you perplexed and wondering just how something can give you such comfort. all the dark is removed and replaced. taken over by gold and green, emmenating from every last pulsating, glistening organ. singing out the very best they can. awe-struck. by the perfection of two perfect pieces running in perfect syncronization. you'll follow me til the end, til the end. you'll swallow me til there's nothing left.