Lookin'

at the world go

tryin' to understand

electic wind blowin' like

a demon fan

or a symphony of hatred

blowin' angst

off an immaculate stage

how tranquil is an ocean

before a storm

like a silent play

Chanting thunder

dance naked and i feel

so wired

it's a personal voodoo

runin' through my views

like blood

with inhibition long gone

and no sense

of space or time

a weird vibration

dont know my right

from wrong

> rain will fall

Poetry and motion

both rolling

both getting me high

a shiver went through me

a tidal wave

i only felt inside

it's an animal instinct

that takes us over

and we must survive

Four brothers make the mother

four brothers make it one