Transform from Glitterspit by DEAD LIGHTS

I’m less a man with every hour.
As I devolve and devour.
I dissolve, crack and fold.
My flesh too vague to hold.

Transform.

I shed the skin, and you’re looking in.
At the chrysalis of a formless thing.
I’m not me, I don’t dream.
I’ve lost all identity.

Transform.

Now break, break me down.

And what will I become?
It’s far too late.
What will I become?
I mutate.

What will I become?
It’s far too late.
Now I mutate.
I am changing.

I’m someone else.
Someone new.
Someone broken.
Just like you.
I’m re-born.
It’s a new dawn.
I’m transformed.

What I was, and what I am.
You won’t comprehend or understand.
A different shape, a different face.
And you’ll find me in a different place.

Transform.

Re-born, another womb torn.
Re-birthed from filth and porn.
It’s a new world, and a new tune.
With brighter colours and a sweet perfume.

Transform.

And what will I become?
Transform.

And what will I become?
It’s far too late.
What will I become?
I mutate.
Transform.
What will I become?
It’s far too late.
Now I mutate.

I change. I’m changing.

Transform.

I’m someone else.
Someone new.
Someone broken.
Just like you.
I’m re-born.
It’s a new dawn.
I’m transformed.

Transform.

It takes control and I evolve.
Transform.
My soul dissolves.
Transform.

• Electronic
• London