What toning you brought to my petrified life
IF you were not here, my necessities couldn't have identified --
Life as it is, and life I didn't live.
With your plural form, you gave me godlike ideas
That all of a sudden, a surge upheavals and
Catch me as before I have never lived
And And And And And
You, dismembered animal, made me for living in calculation --
Calculating I am, Calculating I am
Calculating, Calculating, Calculating
Calculating, Calculating, Calculating
Calculating -- Calculating
Calculating -- That my temples
Doesn't forget to send signals in speed and in time when in outrage and creaks, or in pure frivolity
(When my tribe is dancing like in my folklore at a far-located reincarnation)
Yet, even in desolation this sentinel boasts
Your futile knowledge scrounged from a made-up wisdom
To save a man when he's in danger of becoming a specie ignorant:
With his manners and savage clinks --
(tell me)
That's how much inexistent philosophy you need to disappear completely
To become a person in a night-out, wearing a night dress, walking the night...
(I say)
Take the children away from the dark art
And subdue their eyes with the delicacy of a colourful world
And make them realise the dispersed sunbeam
That carry all youth days to heaven one by one
Keeps it happy there with a young art and juvenile inside
Undisturbed of business and all the knowledge gathered
(And have learned to compete)
Processing the thought: that if we're sane, our pulses shall stimulate
But it's luck
shall I never teach or lear--
