We explore the men's room.

We don't give a shit.

Ladies' lost electricity;

take vows inside of it.



Desire to dance;

Too startled to try.

Wrap my legs 'round you,

starting to fly.



Let's explore

up there, up there, up there,

on the twenty-fifth floor.



Circle all around me,

coming for the kill, kill, kill

oh kill me baby

like a kamikaze

heading for a spill.

oh but it's all spilt milk to me.



Desire to dance;

Too startled to try.

Wrap my legs 'round you,

starting to fly.



Let's soar

up there, up there, up there,

on the twenty-fifth floor.



We do not eat

flower of creation.

We do not eat,

eat anything at all.

Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.

I'm waiting for a contact to call.

Love's war. Love's cruel.

Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.

I'm waiting here to refuel.

I'm gonna make contact tonight.

Love in my heart.

The night to exploit.

Twenty-five stories over Detroit,

and there's more

up there, up there, up there.



stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so

it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and

seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a

necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.

the transformation of waste

the transformation of waste

the transformation of waste

the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man.

man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected-via shit, at all cost.

inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create

from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then

soft and then solid gold.



all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.

positive (anarchy must exist.)



in background:

(i feel it swirling around me

i feel it feeling no pain

i'm waiting above for you baby

i know that I'll see you up there

i'm floating in a door backward

on boundaries over this world

i'm waiting above in the sky, dear

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