Stepping in a straight line on a painted black and yellow road
A thick blanket of ink on the individual plate
You look down on the lions jaws
You shy away from my hands and gaze upon the crown of gears

On an **** of boiled blood and frigid laughter
Out the right displacement of trackdarkness for a few seconds
When won't our empathy feel from deep within ourselves?
When won't our tints of gloom rent the darkness?

I'm looming for a mate, I’m not looking for you
What has always been fragmented, has been sealed by a robbery detective
We must not die, as giant natives
Nothing has happened to the Black Science, Thank You

Now you are not asking for ten million dollars
and your bleeding has stopped
No blood or tears should you spill,
but solitary dance among stones
Now I am asking for brutality
and You know the depth of the truth
eat the sweet laughter and caress the smiles to life