From the Spade Queen who palm kings both great and
Small that roll wheels across the Lotus Sutra he love the way
She let him push cause everybody be equal if they
Jonesin’ for the rush when first come one but one is
Never all as the lines start to form for Molech’s ball
Outside now on the street insect eyes are fixed and steady
As near Jacks door the mark stands ready spoon in hand
And movin’ to the tune of a downtown street on Sunday
Afternoon they getting’ ready to make that shake when
Soma summons up the maritime smashups that got a net to
Drag the stars dragging it backwards to catch the children
Living on Mars that are the backlash riders of a broken dream
Snagged now in judges’ blank Stare through the video
Screen drunk with the chaos of a thousand conflicting
Philosophies we are locked In the apathy of our forced
Sobriety thirsting for happiness that cuts the bone in a
War to the knife caught in the shutter of twilight the moon grows
Slow birthed in the reflection of a Jihari window that
Catches the Valkyrie during her decent to feed the Odin
With feathered wings in cascades of silver and helmet golden
He watches the vagabonds drift toward the midnight sea giving
Enchanting call appealing to our senses in an overture of
Autonomy who nurture nightmare riders stuck in a broken dream
Cascading down through distant waves screeching upon the
Shore as a song is taken from a bird, the note that Sounds
The refrain of nevermore while we are slaughtered by
Ten thousand assumptions and plundered by another
Five thousand eyes judgment on a misconception
Is the farthest away one can get from the truth as tireless
The sirens serenade away what was left of our youth