find the cousins from a distant place.
beckon thee and call them.
from your spec of dust.
in a plain of endless dimensions,
on a spec of dust.
the void is unimaginable
with no real intentions.
like the intel process,
a machine making machine.
on a conveyer belt we run.
in witch life do we live?
rendered speechless,
its all electricity and static,
a static scratching in my ears.
like a radiation shower
the condensation is thick.
a freelanced pedestrian
stumbles through paper on the stock room floor,
kicking at his heels the stock he wants no more.
apartments one atop another,
like a wildfire spreads through a domicile.
a fever in a nursing home,
the old man hates this place,
like little girl's on mobile phones
and every day it grows.
the lion gets no food tonight,
try and try as he might
the lion lost his fight for life,
nobody wants an empty bowl
or a glass half full.
just like a your wrong doing,
who will play the fool?
a leader or the pedestrian,
its all the same.
construction on the horizon,
i can't see past the twisted metal,
or the billowing smog from your chimney.
its only chocking the air.
like flies on red necks
the taste is one of bitterness.
i see no way out of our predicament,
did you recycle that bottle,
or is it now underground.
shhh...
lets not make a sound.
we have one touch can openers
why twist when we can push a button,
lets just eat from stainless steel,
can u taste the metal as you finish your meal?
like dust settled on a windy road,
the air seems clear again,
but still i choke.
an under water tunnel to africa,
the monkeys choose to travel,
the air is thick down there.
they must move their convoy fast
and be sure not to linger,
for the sea is heavy
and the dirt is getting weaker.
their journey has been the same for eons
why must it change.
like pigs in a puddle
the mud means trouble
get it on your clothes
and you'll be done for.
we humans are better
our clothes are clean,
we spit our soap
into a big sucking machine.
you see we are superior
as we know all,
animals don't have brains,
we know as their small.
tree limbs lie dead on the ground,
we have no use for them.
their branches are thin
and will not make suitable furniture for this house.
but the trunk will do fine,
we use them all the time,
to line our floors and make toy trains.
our offspring enjoy playing with toys,
like smaller offspring for girls
and battle ships for boys.
violence is a virtue
coz stone cold said so.
so heed my call
and fight for me,
coz i can't hit
what my hands can't see,
think you do
but i know you don't,
and don't say you'll try
coz i know you won't.
Ali was the greatest of all time
and mike tyson bights people.
like boxings a sport,
musics the route of all evil.
the devil plays jazz.
my TV wont be quite,
adverts don't make sense.
no i can't work today,
because i just can't.
Angus Long
DETHKLOK - DUNCAN HILLS COFFEE JINGLE
Dethklok - Bloodtrocuted