Listen to me!
I am another spitting mouth
Screaming fickle wisdom
Drowning in ego
And monstrous contradiction
I am the centre of the universe
Narcissist in a cloak of vagueness

I, rodent

Another writhing body in the rotmass
Who won't stop pulling, screeching
Biting, thrashing
Another carrier of the plague
Another beast of the world

Listen to me!
I hate rats

Wraiths of the war shadow
Lifeblood of the regime
Rumble in the revolution star
Destroyers of worlds

The faceless one
Sign with a cross

Moat of polished wood
Ink well of blood
Ghosts behind the brand
Destroyers of worlds

The left hand knows
That the right hand is reaching
Taking, raping

Moat of polished wood
Ink well of blood
The cannibal caste
Destroyers of worlds

Upon the polished wood*
Gilt framed portrait
Two children smiling
In the left hand
And the right hand
Is reaching to sign with a cross

* The line isn't sung on the actual recording

And man-kind will prevail
A kind of man

Bloated flesh sweating
Beneath the thin membranous skin
Stunted shrivelled limbs draped in clammy folds

Twitching hands emerging
Three quivering weedy fickle fingers
Single knuckle nails in long flake curls
No opposable thumb

Blind eyes are behind fused lashless eyelids
Pebble teeth in soft gums
Dormant tongue
Silent larynx

Robotic hand inserts drip
Conveyor delivers food sacks
The creature grows
The waste pump activates

Foetus grows in artificial gestation sack
Born onto chute
Delivered to console
Pneumatic hand inserts drip

Virtual green earth
Perpetual daylight
Abundant water
No rain
Blue sky

Men haul floor length cocks
Women gyrate with wasp waists
Ten fingers
Ten toes
Purchase voice
Chemical orgasm injection
Activate DNA exchange

Propagating the brain-sack farm
For the survival of the race
To preseve the mass consciousness
Of the passive-mind creatures

The dream of sex and war

No longer mammal
The last generation
Now a century old
Were the first generation

The earth outside belongs to order bluttodea
One foraging insect crawls into fever factory

Global shutdown
Brain-sack extermination

Remark the witch!
The woman who dared defy
Bound to the mighty spear
That pierces the gentle sky
Hear her scream
As a woman should

Arms twisted, shackled around
The mighty column of the witch-hunter

Building, rising, swelling
Mighty spires up on high
How pleased they are to penetrate the sky

Remark the bitch!
The woman who dared defy
For her there is no place
Where her words are not the voice of her face
Ane her every breath
And herridan voice, is hers by gift of mercy
To the precious womb

Building, rising, swelling
Mighty spires up on high
How pleased they are to penetrate the sky

Remark the witch!
The woman who dared defy
Now must build a mighty spire
And she must build much higher to be free
The fate of the witch
Is emulation of man
For she is neither Madonna nor whore

Fools ever clambering for the pulpit
A moment's thought is a lifetime wisdom
Dress fickle desire in a cloak of philosophy
Paint your brown fur with peacock colours

Seek meaning or seek notoriety
The search for purpose is an endless plummet
So build a bridge of borrowed words
And tell us what you have made
Speak

Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak

See how the dancer twists and coils
Before its audience of comrades and strangers
Draws aside the shimmering veils
To reveal a cloak of rhetoric
Malformed cretin bandaged in words
And the spirit quivers
Curled foetal within a womb of pretence

Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak

Behold!
It is louder than thunder, the great quake,
The earth trembles at the mighty roar of the parrot flock
A war of regurgitation forms an ocean of bile

Flock to herd is pack
They run and always bleating
Speaking
Speak