Full of frequency   an unintelligible roar   of everything ever lived   or altogether avoided life      A storm of voices   and backward thoughts   through deserts of sand   through gutters of shite      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      Police, police, police   please stop the Euro   from binar bin Laden   Io paramount Pan   Io Paradox Pan      Don't fight it, you'll only   whirl up all mass hysteria   in your thousandfold self      We lost eachother   we slide unnoticeably   in hallucinatory orbit   around the sun   the black sun   oh black sun