Resident mockery Give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure´s breed We of the sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A night of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich mandala For me & you & for your silky Pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree
Resilent mockery Has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still recieve In little ways The things of Kindness & unsporting brow Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists in a school book Did you know madmen are running our prison Within a jail, within a gale Within a white free protestant Maelstrom We´re perched headlong On the edge of boredom We´re reacing for death On the end of a candle
We´re trying for something That´s already found us Last words... Out