Fuck you and the worms you rode in onThis double vision is dividing all thoughtIf this cortex is remotely cerebralI’ll eat the mind from under your hatOnce in separation, all eyes all over the placeThese place. These place. These placeNever quite sure whether I fear to treadOr just quite where to treadThere is no product that can shine this conditionthough the colour running through these streetsis a shite to behold I’ll tell youRide the worms with meIf all is soil of creation and all our every particleall intermingled is but a happy dust stormwaiting to disappear up a willing god’s nosethen where should the faithful stand?I suppose it’s irrelevant to a grain of sandHow are beings of pure sound to retune their nervous wreckageA golden ratio of broken radios twists, ticks and twitchesInto the frequency that tunes us all?Universal note, no, no – ground blackDistortion Spirit contortionAttenuator twisted hard right. Spit-balled through the nightAll spirit full volume. Silence sold out to the man, manIn flux with transcendenceTo rise above material putrescence?A blaze of hammers from the skiesRace your corpse and aim heart high. Ride the worms with me