In a Flesh Aquarium

Let us paint your inner vision Drop the curtains and absorb this sonic invasion. Sensorial Theatre of the non-seen, This illusionary moment, our cosmic gift... Should lead the craft beyond one's usual scene As astral cyborgs on a psionic drift. Divin

You darken our world to brighten the sky The mud of time and pale drinks won't paint The clown's face No father sould bury his son!! The mask in his face is you Meet me at the carrousel on the 29th street... We'll drink a whole epitaph Poison of the

Microscopic dust... To exist as I of many eyes Tentacles in our heads wrestling with anonymous segments. Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis sitting on my lap Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness On witnessing the present system A monstrous

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 p

So much for the wicked bonds strangling inspiration Silent...you retreat into the Temple Desert Urbania and drown... Deep within the mosaic Of an inward fraction Float forth subtle emissaries from outer-materia Emerging, but THEY are one, blooming on