Our Own Devices

I was talking to you
Morning light filled the room
You were listening too, then it came: the change
A living darkness that bloomed
Incarnate fear, the shape of ruin
Conjured up to consume every sign of day

I was left to my own devices
And I lost my way
Paralyzed by the kind of crisis
No one else could make

Read the maps of our scars
One by one, we won’t get far
Never smile at the dark history that leaves
Complementary wounds
Tired blood needs new
How the madness of two comes to be

When we’re left to our own devices
And we lose our way
Tender traps, quiet crises
Crystalline displays

Cold chemistry flows inside you
Becomes what you are
Algorithms well describe you
Become what you are
And your devices, quiet beside you
Become what you are
Conquer you and divide you
Become what you are
Break the seal and burn with ardor
Become what you are
Or wait to die inside your armor
Become what you are

When you’re left to our own devices
And you lose our way
Paralyzed by the kind of crises
No one else could make

We’re all left to our own devices
And we lose our way
Tender traps, quiet crises
Crystalline displays