Lookin'
At the world go
Trying to understand
Electric wind blowin' like
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 [bad word]  through my veins
Like blood
With inhibition long gone
and no real sense
of space or time
weird vibration
Don't know my right
From wrong

Rain will fall

Poetry in motion
Both rolling
Both getting me high
shiver went through me
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 form as one