Lookin'
at the world go
tryin' to understand
electic wind blowin' like
a demon fan
or a symphony of hatred
blowin' angst
off an immaculate stage
how tranquil is an ocean
before a storm
like a silent play
Chanting thunder
dance naked and i feel
so wired
it's a personal voodoo
runin' through my views
like blood
with inhibition long gone
and no sense
of space or time
a weird vibration
dont know my right
from wrong

> rain will fall
Poetry and motion
both rolling
both getting me high
a shiver went through me
a tidal wave
i only felt inside
it's an animal instinct
that takes us over
and we must survive
Four brothers make the mother
four brothers make it one