Full of frequency
an unintelligible roar
of everything ever lived
or altogether avoided life
A storm of voices
and backward thoughts
through deserts of sand
through gutters of shite
Drums and flames
our bodies in ruins
and i say my name
without my voice
Speed increases
fucking all up
in a whirling wind
tearing all order apart
in order to rebuild order
Police, police, police
please stop the euro
from binar bin laden
io paramount pan
io paradox pan
Don't fight it, you'll only
whirl up all mass hysteria
in your thousandfold self
We lost eachother
we slide unnoticeably
in hallucinatory orbit
around the sun
the black sun
oh black sun