1.Peace ＆ Quiet
After the red ants, the black-out
Come peace and quiet
Those little foot-prints
Fleshed out, calm in my mind
I lay like a compass, digits accusing the sunrise
Rain-drop abseil the window
And flinch through the hurt cries
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me, when my nerve is
on the high wire
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
After the hunt and the sweat now
Come peace and quiet
Your head on my heart
Anchored the storm in my eyes
I lay like a carcass
Your lips never letting the blood dry
And so I pray for tomorrow
And wait listening out for a reply
2.Headworm
For the worms in my head
How are you？
You have been with me
Through thick and thin
When the warm vapors rise up
From the blood to the brain
From acid to sulphur vapors
Like the weather changes
This civilised madness
Is it mine？
For the worms have little voices
Are they mine？
My languishing spirit
Black bile
Immobile
Worms of unreason
Follow the headworm hole to the head
Fixations
Obsessions
Blood
Phlegm
Yellow bile
Black bile
Immobile
Headworm
3.Catacombs
Behind these eyes are catacombs
In an old chamber I lay
For it is here I do my wandering
Away from the glare of yours
On nights of blindness
I wander in circles
When the stooges come
Say I'm away
I'm talking to my friend
Who is your friend？
Who is your friend？
Who is your friend？
In the end
4.Ends to no Means
'I beg you to regard closely the thoughts of melancholics
Their words, visions, actions
And you'll discover how all their senses are depraved by
A sad humour spread through the brain.'
(Adaptation of an excerpt from Johann Weyer's De Praestigiis
Daemonum, 1563)
'A disorderly movement of the spirit
A defective state of the brain
Crown of madness
Without fever
Without frenzy
But with fear and sadness.'
(Adaptation of an excerpt from Thomas Willis' Opera Omnia, 1681)
5.The Argument
Father to son：
This is the way
Man is possessed
Land is possessed
Words of violence
Figures of fear
This is the way
Of our new frontier
Son to father：
What does mother say？
Of our evil ways
People：
We'll recover
We'll be safe
We'll be patient
We'll return
We have had more than enough
Will is power
Take it back
Will it
Take it back
6.Accidentagram
Roam
The lunatic's way
Benumbed by true reason
Roam the city half-dead
Head full of empty
Is what I've become
Jupiter God measures my pain
Runs through my veins is the blood of a human animal
Run
For what I've become bows to no caesar
And it's no accident
Oceans of people part when I show
Material god belittles my pain
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
Shame in the face of remorse
They are tired manacles
7.Insomnia
Pouring out of me
This blood
Through a hall of worms
Can I let it go on？
Let it go on
Go on
No crawling out of me
Are bugs
Climbing out of my pores
Can I let it go on？
Let it go on
Go on
I am not in here
I am up above
Floating in a spiral of a circle
An endless cycle
Laughing out at me
Is me
Through a mirrored wall
Can I let it go on？
Let it go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
8.One-dimensional One
Uglier than a monkey's
Pattern of behaviour
Mental machinery
Proud he's a king of the jungle
Imagines himself handsome
Unhomogenous
Ass before the liar
Voice sounds false as a rooster
(Adaptation of an excerpt from Michel Foucault's Madness and
Civilization, 1967, Chapter 1 'Stultifera Navis' page 23)
Questioned what's said but rarely what's not
The tower was built on diversion of thought
Questioned dimensions but never the measure
Amended the rules but never the ruler
Herd coerced by manoeuvring words
A spectre of terror usually works
Dimensions of rats return to the ground
To conquer, divide and oppose within bounds
(Self-adulation)
One-dimension
One-dimension
One-dimension one
9.Out of The Furrow
Turn the ocean into rain
For the coil of madness needs soothing
We may never meet again
But our saturnine ways unite us in the ether
Lift the gloom from this isle
Drain our bodies of black bile
An invisible line between the poles of the mind
Society's bounds are set by you and I
What's acceptable
What's not？
Set by you and I
We are us and them
Soon as the line disappears
From our universal consciousness
Things will change
Things will change
10.Anger ＆ Futility
Take this island away
Sink it to the sea
Put it behind bars
Hang it on a tree
And let it die
Let it die
Bleed out its wealth and let it die
Take these trolls away
Bury them in a landfill
South of here
So they can feed
On nuclear waste
And petrol
Take the minstrels away
Propel them into the sky
So they can explode
Like fireworks on August 9th
Let 'em die
Let 'em die
Let 'em die
Bleed out their rhymes and let 'em die
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