Stereo Sanctity Lyrics

[Thurston]
Seven
Seven

I'm keeping my commision to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellite flashing down orchard and delancey
I can't get laid cause everyone is dead
Hey! gold connections
Analog soul waving in your hair

Hey! hylozoic directions
She's talking blue streaks everywhere
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey! stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey! hypostatic information
Come on let's hear you turn it around