For to End Yet Again

Full of frequency

An unintelligible roar

Of everything ever lived

Or altogether avoided life

A storm of voices

And backward thoughts

Through deserts of sand

Through gutters of shite

Drums and flames

Our bodies in ruins

And I say my name

Without my voice

Speed increases

Fucking all up

In a whirling wind

Tearing all order apart

In order to rebuild order

Police, police, police

Please stop the Euro

From binar bin Laden

Io paramount Pan

Io Paradox Pan

Don't fight it, you'll only

Whirl up all mass hysteria

In your thousandfold self

We lost eachother

We slide unnoticeably

In hallucinatory orbit

Around the sun

The black sun

Oh black sun