In the jungle
Of the senses
Tinkerbell… and Jack the Ripper
Love has no meaning
Not where we come from
But we know pleasure
Is not that simple
Very little
Fruit is forbidden
Sometimes we wobble
Sometimes we’re strong
But you know Evil
Is an exact science
Being carefully, correctly wrong.

Priests and cannibals
Prehistoric animals
Everybody happy when the dead come home
Big black nemesis
Parthenogenisis
No one move a muscle when the dead come home.

We are not monsters-
We’re moral people.
And yet we have
The strength to do this.

How bad it gets
 You can’t imagine
 The burning Wax
The breath of reptiles
God is not mocked
He knows our business
 Karma could take us
At any moment
Cover him up
I think we’;re finished –
But I don’t know
My dreams are visions
We could still end up
With the great big fishes.

Priests and cannibals
Prehistoric animals
Everybody happy when the dead come home
Big black nemesis
Parthenogenisis
No one move a muscle when the dead come home.

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