[words 4/2-99, music 97-98]



Abstract tears to the ground

Soft years of melancholy

A draft of inner advice

To welcome the strangers neighbor

A vast, swift talk of romance and despair

A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga



An efficient success of lost ego and body

Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience

And I can see you all, for this is without blur



Glorious destruction

Glorious creation

Grimly folds with luminous elegance

Winged between the corroded amber



I scent a fragrance from the past

Bright as death, it came soaring towards me

Something's missing and I don't know what it is

Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal

And the serpent's steel



Directly from the ocean of flowers

Visual contact, planet B8----18

Sonar disturbance

Asmodeus comes with terror

In spontaneous air corridors

All for the phantom to inhale

For today is forever



And the world grew without form

And for those who planted their seeds of

Reliant vulnerability

Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you

Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches

Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai



Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain

For only suffering can create such beauty

And only suffering can wipe out your tears



I remember I ate of the tree

And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of

The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of

Which they seek



I open up for the flavor of starvation

There is absolutely no one there,

And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light

Slowly to mosey

I'll drag you by your horns

For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn,

I face the goat at sunrise