And then solid gold
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation
To create from the clay of man
Zeus, Christ
Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly
To reform and transform waste
Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor
(I know that I'll see you up there)
Love in my heart, the night to exploit
And there's more
(I'm waiting above in the sky, dear)
Coming for the kill, kill, kill, oh, kill me baby
Ladies lost electricity
We do not eat, eat anything at all
Love's war, love's cruel
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man
(I'm waiting above for you baby)
(On boundaries over this world)
Take vows inside of it
I'm waiting here to refuel
Twenty-five stories over Detroit
Let's explore
([Incomprehensible])
The transformation of waste
Desire to dance, too startled to try
The transformation of waste
(I feel it feeling no pain)
Within the context of neo rock
Which man calls order
The transformation of waste
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft
Up there, up there, up there
([Incomprehensible])
All must not be art, some art we must disintegrate
([Incomprehensible])
Oh, but it's all split milk to me
Like a Kamikaze heading for a spill
Man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected via shit
Let's soar
Stoned in space
It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be
We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke
We do not eat flower of creation
(Upon a [Incomprehensible])
Desire to dance, too startled to try
Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor
Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly
(I'm floating in a door backward)
I'm gonna make contact tonight
([Incomprehensible])
At all cost inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist
I'm waiting for a contact to call
Circle all around me
The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man
(I feel it swirling around me)
