he broke his mountain down
to a low plain shuffle
as cysts moved over the ground
boiled on surface
and under the skin

(and this is the biggest protest I can make)

la la laa laa
laa la laaaa
la lala lalalala
laaa
la la lala laaa
laa laa la la la
la la la laa...

all the news
radio
society
meetings
institutions
school
health
street city
scape moving
still
people doing
people things
death piss
and
living is
noise

lash out
or go into the depths

there's nothing to do
anyway

it's all just moonshine mood
shining

drifting on without us
with us
not us
flowing on