Swim the haze, smell the breeze
condoled, breathing at ease
Pray to the psyche of the Word
pray, However it seems absurd
for mercy, on your knees


Trim the memories, tangled yearning
to the shape of the bush burning
Put 'em on our muddy tongues
to soothe our very bloody lungs
It's bread you gotta be earning


May your needs all be met
may Eden be in you yet
You shall be released
for you forgave the Beast
and He will bear your debt


Hollywood propaganda, strategic peace
time-sharing heaven in pandemonium
free will kept by the secret police
lilies of the field arrayed in plutonium


Lead the unborn not into temptation
but deliver them from abortion...


Skim the petrol, scum those cowards
Peter Piper, Pied Piper, Pipeline Powers
Cut the clock-work orange down to size
take the silly tyrant by surprise!
Say it with flowers


We hope you can worry about the world
in which you won't live anymore





　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Kuri, Kipple : 2004.08.30