I was born. In a crimson cellar. Just another frinigro interstellar. I'm flying through time. Deflowering the mind. Kissin' white rain. With a black umbrella.
We've been conditioned. To believe what we said life. No wonder we don't know. The meaning of "I". It means the meaning of you. And the things you do.
Seen a face I don't recognize. Making discord, turning my days sadder. Don't confuse the word ostracise. It'll make it fit more or disorganise matter.
Space and sound. Are jesting with me. Witness the way she agrees. Cubic instantly. Amazing creation. Speaking in crimson. She's a freshly created breeze.
(Spoken intro). Class programme for the. African Anarchist. 14 carats he pleaded. Yeah, just let me take the. grain like a criminal should. Burdens? As in work-horse?.
Sixty-five years to go. And you're walking out already. I say stay, you say no. Your heart is tired and heavy. . Don't give up we'll work it out. Don't give in to all your doubt.