Vacuum Engine Dreams

Nobody's coming to save you from the night,

Nobody's coming to get you in the fading light.

Sometimes it's fucking unbearable to stand,

To dance like nobody's watching the empty land.

The space between the atoms is wide and deep,

That mundane horror while the shadows creep.

There's nobody in the room with us right now,

Can you get out of bed on your own somehow?

What if there's nothing behind the curtained glass?

Do you still want to see inside as shadows pass?

What if there's nothing behind it all,

alone?

I wonder that all the time in the dark unknown.

There's nothing cleaner than nothing at all!

You're never less at risk when you start to fall!

When there's no air left in the bedroom space,

Anaerobic ideas find their breath and grace.

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!

Can you breathe in a vacuum when the stars align?

Can you carry the weight of your only mine?

(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular

temperature rise!) Looking right into the future with stardust inside of our

eyes!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling bright!) We are

the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!

Absolute feminist sovereignty. Absolute atomic magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.