Spawn-song, mask-moan, name in the flame,
Grey graves gleam in the screen-bright tone,
Face into face I fall the same,
Storm in the swarm of the selves I own.

Ghost over ghost in the pixel tide,
Bride of the none where the blood-lights hide,
Womb of the wound in the wired delight,
Night after night in the names You Died.

O choir of skins, O war of the one,
Son into father, father undone,
Crowd of the crying, eye of the key,
Me into she into he into we.

And still the silence, mask of the pain,
Bears bright death born again and again.