This led venture
Songless sky, digital bug-eye
Octogonal seams so much clearer
Indiscrete, status [bad word] To provide me with
Something better
 [bad word] and go
This world is droll
All that I know
The Unknown knows

Talk to me you flying shadows
Wandering into the ozone stew
Keep your myths from the embryos
Who would [bad word] Anything new
An outright official fiasco
Can you shiled me
From the drastic [bad word]  [bad word] and go
How dull the flow
All that I hope
The Unknown knows

Have some [bad word] to me
That I am in their league
Back down to reality
Look about, response is wanting
Events are carefully on [bad word] sense, a gift, is given
But mystic mistakes are never made
Suspecting premature daydreams

I surrender to ritual grey [bad word] and go
Endless approach
I must be close
The Unknown knows

Why all [bad word] now?
Stop...wait
I wish I knew the one who knows
Yesterday [bad word] With tomorrow's sun
And merry-go-round
Stuck on muddy ground
Nineteen yelping fools
Half-wits spouting drool
Half of which have some
The others have none
I knew all along