Atakhama Refuelling The Black Blood
(spoken word of a transparent humanoid)
"planet below my feet bleeds black gold,
to fuel up the corporate machines
and as i inhale the fumes of those devices,
the image of the planet sickens me
i exhale sickness, terror and paranoia
breath infects you if you weren't already infected"
(the initiation)
steel pillars in the form of a church
the new planet stands proud facing away
from man
male and female,
swallow: the thick oil pouring from me
and the c-4 bread on your numb tongue
(the cycle)
it goes even deeper than beneath
the core of this planet
it is in our "individual" thought patterns
how can we ever stop those machines from
penetrating our precious, corrupted soil,
refuelling the black blood?
(the image)
as you take your place within the congregation
hide your face behind your both hands
from the mirror of your own hands
stares an alien to life itself,
both, you and me
you and me
you and me
you and me
(the dogma)
suffocated breath of a transparent ghost
sickens you and me. making us invisible
it's your own choice of "freedom to choose"
we can penetrate everything and anyone,
but we can't make it happen, 'cause our image,
the truth in flesh can not be seen
(the initiation)
steel pillars in the form of a church
the new planet stands proud facing away
from man
male and female,
swallow: the thick oil pouring from me
and the c-4 bread on your numb tongue
(the cycle)
it goes even deeper than beneath
the core of this planet
it is in our "individual" thought patterns
how can we ever stop those machines from
penetrating our precious, corrupted soil,
refuelling the black blood?
