Drinking words from a bone catheter
Without consistence
Tasting dominance as an appetizer
Ambitious platters spiced with numbers
My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish...
Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish.
Billions of livings painting for the greedy
In this summit of foam
Invited by naughty t**ans in their inhuman museum
To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.
Feasting fools on a monstrous path
Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath
Table is set for tragedy
A misshapen mole in the face of decency.
Cybernetic fairies in loss of power
Crushed by the work-till-death project
Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake.
Look the synthetic clown is smiling
And the children are starving
Ludicrous p*** of despotic tramplers
Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric of this physical existence.
Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style;
Mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of s*****sm,
Fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things.
High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries
Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast.
Just standing now in the middle of a past
Marble still in the dead zone
The cemetary walking over me and I wonder.
Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner
Holographic sceneries despicting the all
So many lives, frames no more, captured by digital
Invisible bonds but still such nice colors...
A juggling feat for the eaters
A struggling beat for the wired.
Are they stones or are they names
Am I stoned or just ashamed
Just a human with respect in his pockets
Ready to share some with the face of the worthy
Let the Grim be aware,
I won't be reaped without guarantees
I like my eggs boiled and that's it.
Without consistence
Tasting dominance as an appetizer
Ambitious platters spiced with numbers
My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish...
Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish.
Billions of livings painting for the greedy
In this summit of foam
Invited by naughty t**ans in their inhuman museum
To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.
Feasting fools on a monstrous path
Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath
Table is set for tragedy
A misshapen mole in the face of decency.
Cybernetic fairies in loss of power
Crushed by the work-till-death project
Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake.
Look the synthetic clown is smiling
And the children are starving
Ludicrous p*** of despotic tramplers
Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric of this physical existence.
Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style;
Mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of s*****sm,
Fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things.
High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries
Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast.
Just standing now in the middle of a past
Marble still in the dead zone
The cemetary walking over me and I wonder.
Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner
Holographic sceneries despicting the all
So many lives, frames no more, captured by digital
Invisible bonds but still such nice colors...
A juggling feat for the eaters
A struggling beat for the wired.
Are they stones or are they names
Am I stoned or just ashamed
Just a human with respect in his pockets
Ready to share some with the face of the worthy
Let the Grim be aware,
I won't be reaped without guarantees
I like my eggs boiled and that's it.