A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer

Whose tyrannical arais won't cease to linger

Bob's out there none of us play cool

Classmates in a haunted school

Agent Dale Cooper won't take you any higher

C'mon li'l boy 'n play with the fire

Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher

Both knowing silence as the music of the future

Surrendered at the sepent's burning gates of fear

If you think that this is hell the truth's in there

The world situation calls for evacuation

We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation

Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra

Turn the light on I see the abracadabra

Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows

Male photographers so envious it shows

The stage their temple their trampoline to trance

Trampled and turned by the transvestite's dance

It isn't Naomi it's the Marlboro Man

If you want to run I understand

The night dies on a daily basis

The solar orbit doesn't disturb my ekstasis

Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin

Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin

My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon

I'm out of my night tomorrow at noon

Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away

I'll kill my ego on a hidden highway

Invoke the big silence on this small disc

Trespasser listener on your own risk

Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime

Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time

Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat

A massive vacuum whose ambition's complete

All-sound without sound booming all around

All-sound without sound booming all around

Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement

You evlove in our improvement

With a linear scaffold still to fulfill

I exercise a style of radical will

Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier

To accomplish the bang the whole of my career

Masculine motorcar technowork sublime

Be beaten or compete this is the last heat

The Tiger Sky's jaws break the neck of time

Speed increased to scaffold

Silence be complete