This is from 33rd Street Rawson, by David Lynch's Hat. More of the verse follows.
Time constrains collapsing concepts
Olfactory functions warily warping
The will to unwillingly wear down
Acceleration towards fine black points
Accent, exacerbate, reverberate, procrastinate
More insight from their MySpace page:
"Lyrically, the group deals with subjects such as alienation, frustration with society, existentialism, and cigarettes."
Here's my interpretation.
The song is expressing the terror, futility and pointlessness of life. We are hurtling helplessly toward oblivion, as symbolized by the tiny black points. Our end, a despairing end, is unknowable - we cannot see features of the black points, but we know that they are there, and in the fullness of time will engulf us in our destruction.
These people don't seem to be a very happy bunch. They should have some ice cream and cheer up.