Radix - Ashok

Seek to find your mentor

Styrofoam people made up by inventors

Add a little heat and crack up under pressure

Cold as on old bone a Napoleonic gesture

Alone with a dial tone…

Splitting alone at the fork tongue

Sinners and no-goers are divides against the chosen young

Roll with the horn blowers and slow-a-ways with the pollen bun

And sweet old Charis

Cherish these moments of stolen fun or tumble and perish

'Cos troubles up at the lobby for stiff pricks and

Dry jokes you know

Rebelion doubles up when they sun it up and they finally know

Troubles up at the very top of the slimy slope

A to b straight-line liars in shiny coats

Money, money, money, money is an Ism!

Money, money said it is, said iy isn’t

Money, money, money, money is an Ism!

Stop chasing stars

Radix malorum est cupiditas

Sorted out in systems

The paper people

Slamming the cold choke of resemblance

Of stats and facts

Compared to the feeling of a heartbeat?

It’s about as true as a cold dew touching your

Rubber shoe or your bare feet!

You’re banging on resistance

And so you should

'Cos soon they’ll buckle up and listen

I said they would

For never a moment changed positions

Force your decision…

Because the wind blows in the way that fate chose your mission

Think slow!

But never sink low to submission

The kink slows in the strongest armour in the kingdom

Inthe deep rows of perfection sowed

Reaped and endless

Amounts of senses that by consensus

Are senseless

End of point end of fucking sentence!

End of joint end of my repentance!

All can join in the motion for acceptance

Money, money, money, money is an Ism!

Money, money said it is, said it isn’t

Money, money, money, money is an ism!

Stop chasing stars…

I hate the way that you’re worth more in places

You want to exploit

Can’t I trade my bowl of soup for your professional

Viewpoint?