Drinking words from a bone catheter   Without consistence   Tasting dominance as an appetizer   Ambitious platters spiced with numbers   My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish...   Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish.      Billions of living paintings for the greedy   In this summit of foam   Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum   To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.      Feasting fools on a monstrous path   Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...   Table is set for tragedy   A misshapen mole in the face of decency.      Feasting fools on a monstrous path   Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...      A misshapen mole in the face of decency.      Cybernetic fairies in loss of power   Crushed by the work-till-death project   Sick as wingless birds   Skewered on a numeric stake.      Look, the synthetic clown is smiling   And the children are starving   Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers   Industrial monsters...   Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric   Of this physical existence.      Billions of living paintings for the greedy   In this summit of foam   Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum   To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.      Feasting fools on a monstrous path   Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...   Table is set for tragedy   A misshapen mole in the face of decency.      Feasting fools on a monstrous path   Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...      A misshapen mole in the face of decency.      Elegant jackets   Dragon-skin style;   Mandrake cigars   Fathering tiny storms   Of snobbism,   Fresh cemetery juice   And electro-nerves   Floating rubber things.   High-educated horned giants   Worshiping shallow luxuries   Boiling with a vain intensity   Just staring at the   Cyclic visual feast.      Just standing now in the middle of a past   Marble still in the dead zone   The cemetery walking over me   And I wonder...      Descending to visualization vault XYZ After an exquisite dinner   Holographic sceneries depicting the All   So many lives...   Frames no more, captured by digital   Invisible bonds, but still such nice colors...   A juggling feat for the eaters,   A struggling beat for the wired.      Are they stones or are they names?   Am I stoned or just ashamed?   Just a human with respect in his pockets   Ready to share some with the face of the worthy   Let the Grim be aware,   I won't be reaped...   Without guarantees...   I like my eggs boiled and that's it.      Cybernetic fairies in loss of power   Crushed by the work-till-death project   Sick as wingless birds   Skewered on a numeric stake.