Woorden: Dalek. Negro Necro Nekros. Swollen Tongue Bums.

Sat amongst wise kings Indian-style
witnessed the birth of the 1st child in exile
On banks of Nile.
Grew seeds of post destruction
Juveniles lack such instructions
As so-called truths rattle such assumptions
Oneness of polyrythmic shifts into....
Nothing.
Suburbanite tikes slumming for trend
Humanity pretends to be humane
Urbanscape fails to sustain.
 

[Rain falls upon my weary brow.]
[Shrugged shoulders of indifference speak]
[Tao]
 

Swollen tongue bums with smoke filled lungs
Swollen tongue bums with smoke filled lungs
Acoustic warfare on masses like Iranians

 
Dig them sounds god, lost my way again
Walk through vineyard
concept nonlinear
Spoke, pattern broke ... caused view past millennia
Messiah cry timber,
Marble columns crumble under feet of us sinners.
Felt my eyes stabbed with splinters
In blindness felt contours of unsure terrain
Populus lay slain
I offer malted grain to the unwise sage.
 

[Strange intrinsic]
[world got me lifted.]
[Skilled drunken mystic]
[felt my earth shifted.]
 

Swollen tongue bums with smoke filled lungs
Swollen tongue bums with smoke filled lungs
Acoustic warfare on masses like Iranians
 

Suburbanite tikes slumming for trend
Humanity pretends to be humane
Urbanscape fails to sustain.
 

Inconsistent simple peasants of next week
Chew slow as you weep
There are no grapes left to harvest
Drunkard wash away old thoughts in midst of lazy yawns
Oh how we fear the dawn and the sharp pains which twinge our insides
My night has ended.
Morning amounts to crust caked eyes and regrets
Forgetting what it is we are.
 

Swollen tongue bums with smoke filled lungs
Swollen tongue bums with smoke filled lungs
Acoustic warfare