When I first heard this track, its slow, haunting mix of text and electronics caught me off guard, as if I was being ushered into despair merely by listening to our world's fears and the events we all attend one way or another. Villalobos' mix turns Shacklton's faster, conga-laced original into an unnerving, slow motion smear of half-remembered, coagulated nightmares. Here is the text:
When I see the towers fall,
It cannot be denied that,
as a spectacle
It is a realization of the mind.
You see, I'm standing on a mountaintop
and letting out a scream,
It's the language of the earth,
It is the language of the beasts.
There's no point to look behind us,
we left the corpse behind,
because flesh is weak and forms break down,
they cannot last forever.