Looking At the world go Trying to understand Electric 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 Runnin' through my veins Like blood With inhibition long gone and no real sense of space or time A weird vibration Don't know my right From wrong Rain will fall Poetry in 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 form as one
