[00:00.00] 作词 : Ani Kampe[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ani Kampe[00:17.70]Last Sunday the priestess’s headset[00:20.37]dropped in and out of amplification;[00:24.27]right through the speaker up above the altar[00:29.16]the sermon was exchanged to rhythmic thumps[00:32.28]touring out upon communion;[00:34.35]with the battery run dry,[00:36.33]with the heartbeat of the holy spirit[00:41.37]morse coding on my eardrum[00:48.09]I thought, as an essential rule of thumb,[00:50.01]is this that ultimate, sought-after relation?[00:51.69]technically speaking[00:52.89]more or less[00:58.32]is this how intimate it gets?[00:58.98]Some gazes stir me,[00:59.40]"What can you give to me?[01:26.94]How can you overthrow me?” he says[01:31.77]and throws himself onto me – provider[01:35.43]we slit our palms and shake hands[01:39.48]our lungs close by, close to pressuring the rhyme[01:42.60]his gaze stirs me – later on, none of this[01:46.05]will enter my vessels where our vessels met[01:50.25]injected into him, I tried to decipher[01:55.77]is this that ultimate, sought-after relation?[01:57.87]technically speaking[01:59.16]is this wide open blood cells?[01:59.76]more or less[02:00.00]is this how intimate it gets?[02:04.68](In and out of cold hands,[02:05.19]our lungs:[04:01.74]I am not blind[04:02.07]your fingers are lines[04:03.39]they have pointed[04:04.11]towards feeling,[04:05.31]they sometimes bend[04:06.24]and hold around[04:06.57]whatever they find)