Bird species never seen or heard before
The first flute carved from the first fauna
Utopia (It’s not)
Let’s purify
You assigned me to protect our lantern
To be intentional about the light
It isn’t elsewhere
It, it’s here
My instinct has been shouting at me for years
Saying let’s get out of here
Huge toxic tumor bulging underneath the ground here
Purify, purify, purify, purify toxicity,

Björk, Utopia