Death on the left side and light is in the right. Why
I'm blind in one eye and half crazy in the other, in
this breakdown of the laws of identity. And everything
is cast into infinite s***e. I'm always seeing death
over my left shoulder. However, how can I see death
over my shoulder when death shed its light? Darkness
sheds light with a frequency that can only be seen by
me. And I see you now. You're invisible, but I know
you're here, because if you weren't, you wouldn't be
able to hear me now, would you? What do you think? Did
I send my voice to you on this slab of black vinyl, or
did you make the decision to request my voice? Or,
perhaps, both? But wait, I'm transforming into a
chicken now. [And here they can go into the chicken
section -- s*** man, YOU transcribe it! Here's one bit:
I'd rather eat vulture and have no choice, than the
vulture eat me and eternally rejoice.... KISS ME! EAT
ME RAW! EAT ME RAW! EAT ME RAW!
I'm blind in one eye and half crazy in the other, in
this breakdown of the laws of identity. And everything
is cast into infinite s***e. I'm always seeing death
over my left shoulder. However, how can I see death
over my shoulder when death shed its light? Darkness
sheds light with a frequency that can only be seen by
me. And I see you now. You're invisible, but I know
you're here, because if you weren't, you wouldn't be
able to hear me now, would you? What do you think? Did
I send my voice to you on this slab of black vinyl, or
did you make the decision to request my voice? Or,
perhaps, both? But wait, I'm transforming into a
chicken now. [And here they can go into the chicken
section -- s*** man, YOU transcribe it! Here's one bit:
I'd rather eat vulture and have no choice, than the
vulture eat me and eternally rejoice.... KISS ME! EAT
ME RAW! EAT ME RAW! EAT ME RAW!