Full of frequency an unintelligible roar of everything that ever lived of altogether avoided life A storm of voices and backward thoughts Through deserts of sand, through gutters of shite For to end yet again For to end yet again Drums and flames our bodies in ruins and I say my name without my voice Speed increases fucking all up in a whirling wind tearing all order apart in order to rebuild order For to end yet again For to end yet again Don't fight it, you'll only whirl up all mass hysteria in your thousandfold self Police, police, police please stop the Euro from binar, bin Laden Io, paramount pan Io, paradox pan We lost eachother We slide unnoticeably In hallucinatory orbit around the sun The black sun Oh, the black sun