lookin at the world go trying to understand electric wind blowin like a demon fan or a symphony of hatred blowin angst off an immaculate stage how tranquil is an ocean before a storm like a silent play chanting thunder dance naked and i feel so wired it s a personal voodoo runnin through my veins like blood with inhibition long gone and no real sense of space or time a weird vibration don t know my right from wrong rain will fall poetry in motion both rolling both getting me high a shiver went through me a tidal wave i only felt inside it s an animal instinct that takes us over and we must survive four brothers make the mother four brothers form as one