Arca, Shirley Manson - Alien Inside

A star A soft memory turning away from starlight to self I'll ask you to remember The first death The last birth The first time you recognized the alien inside In the face of abject misery Remember the post human celestial sparkle A mutant faith A mutant faith An identity faith Or perhaps nothing but an abstract construct Your vanity or your sanctuary Your vanity or your sanctuary Or your sanctuary, or your sanctuary Or your sanctuary, or your sanctuary