Red Circle -

I come from a land of siren voices

Believed to be the prototype of Pan

Where only the dead wear masks

Through the light of your eyes I can see

Why starvation and loneliness

Makes up for the grotesqury here

Where the monkeylike monsters

Chews on our nerves

As well as beastly conjunctions

Sews together diagnosis

Too horrid to comprehend

In my heart I bury your soul

As there’s no one left to trust

In outstanding adaptive abilities

I breathe your transformation through gills

Neglected in a wishful beat

This muscle hammers on relentlessly

Over there by the fences place

Waiting for us to join the great escape

With blue ships off into the horizon

We sail the sea of history

As demons from the deep unfold

And fake predators shows their teeth

The ghosts of indian slayers

Bleeding cowboys with lost dignity

Paying for their sins

That left me begging for mercy

In this closed up world

Where the ego is a demigod

Greater than any spirit

Humanity’s insane