Cry, vision, sculptured perfection Nature ; splinterred, shattered, Condemned to evolve into a mechanical Bedlam of filth, revolving endlessly - In neverending spirals we turn, Bondage ; punctured, fractured, Focus on life is lost. Preacher, it feels like this ! Its in the body & soul - a ruptured feeling The mind reacts - to take control To conserve it and to bring it back You must cherish it - coz its an impact To preserve it - or it will crack Yeah... Bitch ! A stagnant tale, clown fodder, A cunning ploy for a dirt nirvana, Junk religion, food for the ignorant, Taste the waters of filth.