Diver from Trace by Incirrina

Hold on I hold the bar
I concentrate my gaze
Then close the purple eyelids
And hide the eyes in daze

I’ll count up till the train car
Once more comes to a halt
The countless stops - I am way far
I travel in a fault

The hidden currents tase the wheels
The tracks scream house-trained
The rails obey beneath my heels
The course is preordained

I carved a map along my skin
It takes me to the start
Marks the way to where I’ve been
But never points the heart

Words of whim inflame the craze
The rise of random screening
The will on tracks is running wild
Where distance has no meaning

My wired heartbeat peaks and pounds
Pulsates through elbow gloves
The city hounds beyond the bounds
The rats release the doves




The voices shout they’re getting loud
My earphones howl in rage
The hoarded frenzy sharks the crowd
I’m a diver in a cage

I carved a map along my skin
It takes me to the start
Marks the way to where I’ve been
But never points the heart

Rats release the doves

My pulse inhales My wrists in nails
I hung a crimson cross
My fingers wrapped in metal scrap
Black lip bleeding gloss

The voices shout they’re getting loud
My earphones howl in rage
The hoarded frenzy sharks the crowd
I’m a diver in a cage

I'm a diver in a cage

• Electronic
• dark wave
• electro
• minimal synth
• Athens