Supercollider Dust in a moment Particles scatter Coming up from the soup Swimming upstream Before the heavens crack open Thin pixelation Coming up from the dust In a blue light In a green light In a half life In an arc light I'm a bass bin Flip-flopping I'm a pulse wave Hot-stepping I put the shadows back into the boxes I am open I am welcome For a fraction Of a second I have jettisoned my illusions I have dislodged my depression I put the shadows back into the boxes I put the shadows back into the boxes I see angels hanging over the balcony I see angels hanging over the balcony