Filament - Chemlab

Blurred the sky with radar dishes

Choking up the airwaves

It’s coming down

Our kiss gives blisters

The Midas touch Medusa in smokestacks

Turn to tarmac highway ribbons

Factory stench smoke belching

Cover up the air in a cloak of black

Blow a fuse in overload

We gave birth to one thousand suns above our heads

We gave birth to fire in the sky

A stitch in time now hypodermic

Beaches drowning in medical waste

Waves of cotton hairballs blood clots oil drums bursting

The Exxon backwash leaves a bad taste

Power failure socket burnout

Ozone turned to aerosol

Water and lead and iodine (a toast)

And apathy will dig a grave for us all