I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquil
Dawn in June The silence caused by man himself
And chaos by the moon The snake was dragged
In leather black - as draped [bad word] conscience
Aestethically he crawled away from a neighborhood
Of nonsense

Materialized a howling dog neglected by the
Captain's log and flogged into obedience
- Now he's my brother too

Down along the banks there was this brittle, little
Girl that never begged to be released into a
Derailed world Being chained to the lies of
universal order she's now - like the snake +
Dog - my innocent, pre-whacked brother

But the grass is still green
- If you know what I mean
(Just like the [bad word] red
And you know you are a-dying)
With a head filled to the brim
Of their legalized lead
For when the heat [bad word] to heavy
They will pack their bags and leave
You easily reveal the sins of brothers so naive
(This fable is a damned one - you will [bad word] it, believe...)