Lyrics: 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 painting for the greedy In this summit of foam Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum. Feasting fools on a monstrous path Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath Table is set for tragedy A misshapen mole in the face of decency. Cybernetic fairies in loss of power Crushed by the work-till-death project Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake. Look...the synthetic clown is smiling ...and the children are starving Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric of this physical existence. Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style; mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism, fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things. High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast. Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner Holographic sceneries despicting the All So many lives... Frames no more, captured by digital Invisible bonds...but still...such nice colors... Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life A juggling feat for the eaters A struggling beat for the wired. Just standing now in the middle of a past Marble still in the dead zone The cemetary walking over me ...and I wonder. Are they stones or are they names Am I stoned or just ashamed Just a human with respect in his pockets Ready to share some with the face of the worthy Let the Grim be aware, I won't be reaped without guarantees I like my eggs boiled and that's it.