In the Jungle, zombies with broken skulls multipy the profit of bones (without love on the dancefloor)
Raise the roof or let it fall,
Me & Pan drink wine on the ruins of man.
This is how its done:
Perfect love manifests with a circumfrence of ONE
Beauty breathes in the light of the Son.
In the Jungle, zombies with broken skulls
(bleached in blonde)
5 & 3 is 8
Sinners wait outside the gate
Fusing with glory reveals
Sweet mysteries miracle of glory:
The Emerald Matrix before me.
(Raise the roof, or let it fall)
Listening to: the extinction of honey bees :(
Reading: your face
Watching: global warming melt the ice caps
Playing: with a hot potato
Drinking: Lamb Blood