Gore of the outermost limbos traversed
What shadowy scavengers tried to converse
I know their dwellings and wakings on earth
As a neutral beings in a neutral sphere, it is I who disturb
The whole scene is draped by a dark-reddish glow
From the rippled skyline to the mountains below
Far deeper the valleys whose outline I know
For theirs are the pitfalls and windings of woe
Sleep the conscious man
Execute your plan!
Forceful thrust, seeds of time must be sown
Thunder beneath me from hack and from hoes
Brightness and fire my body reflects
Setting off charges in a weird chaineffect
To be on my way, a mad fate to perfect
Logics no resort awake or in bed
Execute by saying:
We have right of Way
A blurred eyesight is an insult to my intellect
Bad karma dead ahead ripe for all to collect
Pull...pull...pull
Through a tight and transparent membrane
To emerge from the other side with my past self retained
And though fettered in limbo he keeps up all the same
The workings of a reason in a mad world are insane
Insane, two selves bent on ushering times in
My old self riding shotgun d**h administrating
What is happening is happening
Seated with d**h itself, short of anointing
The ground creases along a fault
Right where we just were a flood-basalt
Forward thrust with a lethal spin
Let the slaughtering begin