Hall & Song

1. Hall

There is a hall of mysteries
in the brain
more changed than main
more grain than grain
more blood / more guns / more fame.

In the blood is the sugar gone
from the flesh apparatus to the stone.

The herenow wish of tomorrow
is to never feel the same.
Look at my fetish puppets!
Look at their halls of whey!


2. (To Be Sung)

Empty the river kitchen
her halls made full of foam! (Oh!)

Empty the river kitchen
everywhere I roam. (Ho!)