We are of supernova
Out of blinding
Wicked light
Starstuff filtered
By dreams of Jehovah
Was evolution
Evolved us the fight
From constructs
Of a periodic table
To the beast
That is modern Mann
Monkeys cursed with reason
And the need
To take all ya can
Don't  you ever wonder
Why you feel the way
You feel,
Calling down the thunder
When  one,
***** up behind the wheel
All of us feed the darkness
Ah, the voices in the head
Painting reality in madness
Makes us the walking dead.            Hy