I over-dosed with a nose-bleed, woke in hospital among the weeds, barbecued and wired corpses I keep hearing them with the voices nights are like lightning hitting, randomly like hail storming freaking smashes my mind with ice blocks, the size of jelly fish, remedies, inject the stereo with inanities Fishermen on acid in the docks....
A lover with a chain so anchored needs... The worm contained with the diseases, at the table of a first class best resort prawns and ***** are a word for pollute and the stables flashing of the horses galloping when lightning comes strikin'
This is the prelude for Demo Tape 5. its about comfort and the ruining of comfort.