From the monthly archives: "January 2001"

Holy sons bleed from their hearts
Holy ghosts bleed from their eyes

Holy virgins bleed from their legs and
Holy fathers bleed from their heads

Sonic spirit cast
A life, a piece of glass
Hurtling towards the planet
But you’d swear it was an accident

Heaven help us all
We’re seventh dimensional
Objects which our universes
Never did see before this curse

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Here we go

Those images of self spread out on screen
Are not to have or hold such is obscene
This is a life comprised of flaccid dreams
Insemination by artificial means

We’re defined by the bites on our hands
and our tireless sewer rat demands
And let’s reconstruct these lands
and fuck holding hands
Because we are imprisoned by the world we envisioned

We’re static prisoners … ???
So please cut the transmission and destroy the revision

Those images of self spread out on screen
Are not to have or hold such is obscene

This is a life comprised of flaccid dreams
Insemination by artificial means