Watch the scars of sins now dead
paint pretty pictures in pale skin...

Sadly i have to go
only an hour into my show...

My name is #142-76
but only to the politician...

False alarm, or false pretense
maybe just a false tale...

From birth, we kneel
before the loving lord...

Have fun with your numbers
your clocks and your lights...

The prefect agony of vows
a joint in betrayal...

Dark moor of the damned
famed, fabled, accursed place...

A poem,
no a message...

A wave of dream
a state in of itself...

I can feel Him
all around me...

Its a fly in every soup
Its the head of every coup...