To doubt a rope

Tomorrow thighs will be canceled
Tomorrow dice will be handled
Like single-piece adventures
Embossed pretentious reelers overruled

My new skull is model 9605
Who dare drag the old down the new park drive

Fragments scattered, then coned and phase by phase
The light gets scanned, the time evades

And anthrax-immune fighters turn to shades


The vast surface extended
Body extensions, only a trillion yet inspected
Nano mistakes would grab hold
That one black hole: the only guarrantee

The renaissance of rafts was just proclaimed
A flagrant swoop off attorneys´ hands
Sought-after doom trippers wash their hands invane
Fruity grounding on prolific shame

Nerves get cut outside rumour 101
No fragile lofty like me gets done
and eats instant rasp-burrials, powdered tales
trades futures of daughters and sons,

The head shut, bent at cubes of thousand tons

Lie to me slainy mine
Lie to me slainy mine
Lie to me slainy mine

Lie to me slainy mine

A begging slave´s got different needs
After all he tried in vane,
She will gain what she will call
Her pleasure now and then.

A treatment, fine so far, and then?
Concealing baths in champaign brute
Forgiveness, built on ancient guilt
Destruction, brought back to the root.

>>>(orgasmic extended cello solo)

Mind me friend
Mind me take
Mind me end
Your lives at stake

Lie to me slainy mine
Lie to me slainy mine
Lie to me slainy mine

Lie to me slainy mine

Tomorrow thighs will be canceled
Tomorrow dice will be handled
Like single-piece adventures
Embossed pretentious reelers overruled


(Written for a performance in august 2008.)