Harmony Korine
Steven Wilson
5:09Dragging a lake Find the owner of the voice Zip in the bank And drove up across the noise Examine the hairline As archives in the strands You turn into something That puts the weakness in my hands I see what I suppose I breathe what I dispose Black wheels turn yellow in the sand I steal every idea that I can Instead of a person, a shadow's in the lake Instead of coercion, she blows his hand-grenade And I have an aversion to dying in a car And I reach corrosion, a suitcase in the dark