From the recording iSignals
Lyrics
The world network of junkies tuned on a cord of flaccid jissom
my frequency led to Jimy H (or John C … I don’t recall)
I was standing outside myself waiting for …
I’m a ghost wanting a body … a fucking body of flesh and blood
Outside
Mosaic of sleepless nights
Please feed the solution avoiding splinters glass to fuse my brain
who care of the atom bomb or the virus escaping over purple holes in the room?
I stripped away some characters from my latest novel and crashed them into an overpopulated world
Crazy everywhere
faces, hands that struggle
faces hands that look for air
food
Vanishing ink faded into the old pawn paper land - I'm writing to
weave the fate of their infamous frayed lives
Make room! make room!
Red hot wind envelops everything in curtains of fire
Millions of people forced into a megalopolis
in search of the only possible food
Naked Soylent
Naked Soylent
All benches where removed from the sky
Splinters of ice penetrate my mind like fingers of fetid drug, insects of rotting thoughts
The study of mental machine is leading us to
hide in the most rotting ravines unable to find a solution to our existential dilemma
Craziness everywhere
faces, hands that struggle
faces hands that look for air
food
Vanishing ink faded into the old pawn paper land - I'm writing to
weave the fate of their infamous frayed lives
Make room! make room!
A fog of smog engulfs the city and does not let it breathe
Millions of people forced into a megalopolis
in search of the only possible food
Naked Soylent
Naked Soylent
eat yourself
Naked Soylent
Naked Soylent
eat your humanity
your soul
your brain
an homage to “the naked lunch” by W. Burroughs and “Soylent Green” the movie