black river runs beneath this ground black river flows forever but he makes no sound he runs through me here now and he runs through your children too he runs through every man woman living thing he runs through the wires that feed your thinking too fading growing fa fading growing breathing flowing fa fading growing receiving the hands of light that come down from up high receiving the hands that make their mark on the back of the sky receiving the days that feed the night receiving the years that run back through time black rivers born in the mouths of old and dying men black river flows through the belly of everyone fading growing fa fading growing breathing receiving fa fading growing
['experimental', 'industrial', 'new weird america']