MOG

Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly
We do not eat, eat anything at all
We do not eat flower of creation
We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke

Let's explore
Up there, up there, up there

([Incomprehensible])
Stoned in space
([Incomprehensible])
I'm waiting here to refuel
(I feel it feeling no pain)
Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly
Like a Kamikaze heading for a spill

Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor
Desire to dance, too startled to try

To reform and transform waste
Within the context of neo rock
Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor
Love's war, love's cruel
Oh, but it's all split milk to me

Coming for the kill, kill, kill, oh, kill me baby
It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be
Which man calls order
To create from the clay of man
At all cost inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist
The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man
All must not be art, some art we must disintegrate
And then solid gold
Let's soar
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man
(On boundaries over this world)
I'm waiting for a contact to call
Zeus, Christ
(I'm waiting above for you baby)

Take vows inside of it
The transformation of waste
I'm gonna make contact tonight
([Incomprehensible])
Man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected via shit
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste
Desire to dance, too startled to try
(I know that I'll see you up there)

(I'm waiting above in the sky, dear)

(Upon a [Incomprehensible])

(I feel it swirling around me)
([Incomprehensible])
(I'm floating in a door backward)
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation
Love in my heart, the night to exploit
Circle all around me
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
Twenty-five stories over Detroit
And there's more
Ladies lost electricity