what ever we will do
what ever we have done
where ever we go to
we will come back to square one
where words lose their meaning
which is not at all a mean thing
(archaic choir singing)
transformation
trance formation
back into sound
where everything flows free
and without a bound
and now we see
without eyes
and we realize
…
there are no ties
and lying suits
…
only white mice
and flying fruits