He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind "In extremis" He who steals pearls from the ashes He who leaps across the precipice "
Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way... Pin my ear to the
Golem II: the self-perfecting Lie-rejecting Human mind correcting Totem of the living Self-organized, wrought from the clay Our king by night, our slave
Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can
Hush me, touch me Perfume, the wind and the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got
Save me The storm is over The heavens have opened So let's start the parade... Raindrops Will turn to laughter Forever after In your technicolor heartbeat
Inside of me today A waste There is no one Only asteroids and empty space ...They're looking through the windows at me... Get me out of this air-conditioned
Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine And a cynic at best While I'm dulled
You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships
In fiber optic illusion Supplicate before machines, By flourescent lights Self-reflecting The phosphenes explode The flickering eyes The legend of modernity
Traducción: Mr. Bungle. Califórnia (Album).
Traducción: Mr. Bungle. Califórnia.
