Freestyling in the Vocal Booth

[Sign]

Intro:

We will cease to mold trees out of bark,

But instead,

We shall form trees out of nerve plexuses and roots

And feed those neurons back into the Earth,

The living brain under the soft loam...

(Number station string being read)

V1:

Fear and Trembling, shoes hit the floor,

We lay down beside the fire, as your

Dirty dogs run out the back door.

Mongrel dogs on the welcome mat,

falling asleep to a jackboot racket.

Nausea filling up the spaces between, Soft

White Underbelly heaving beneath...

Incoming and outgoing notices

Coming through a slot in a door...

(YOU’VE GOT MAIL!)

The Knight of Faith in his scud-water boots

Passes by technicolor tree roots

Down the back of a very long cat-

Dr. Seuss and Hieronymus Bosch painted in blue.

He resigns himself to a terrible fate,

So he may have everything, a Human Fear.

We are bound to be free and bound to be sick-

God’s sitting on Moriah, giving Issac a kiss...

Interjection:

It is a sickness unto death...

Interspersed murmurs of prayer in different languages, speaking in tongues

(A strange voice) Straight white bones.

V2:

Inside the terrible spiral of the many-legged beast,

We find ourselves wishing to know what lies beneath...

But the belly is soft, the well too deep,

And there is no way out than to honor thy feast. (Lachaim!)

If our eyes could…

Sink into the whites of our skull…

All the way in…

Would we dare to see?

...

-Unthinkable! What sort of beep is this?!

Leg fell off my body...

Don’t understand what it means...

Somebody once said my mind was like a fragile eggshell,

Cracked and weak…