The Ghosts are Greedy - Cerberus Shoal

Oh!

Dole out the wine, boys

There’s a need to be intoxicated

You heard me

We gotta keep all of the wheels greased

You’ve made it

So rest assured, though not too far

Arranging

The last of all your bloody bones

The nurses

Have come to wrap and bandage us

It seems that

Consciousness has been found and lost

Sweet regime has gone to take a tiger off a mountain

She needs it

The Chinese appreciation for reeds

Awareness

Has shown a gap in boundaries

Concepts and

The laws of nature had to cease

Providing

A lack of any way to be

Freeing us

Prom pursuant normality

How, how long a wait 'till we reach a clearing?

Sagacious

A fundamental parody

But still yet

There is a chance we’ll make it back

To where those

Faded lines will be shown again

We’ll forget

That we had felt intensity

See you all

Back at the golden TV set

So now we’re on and running

A magnificent organism

You oil it

I’ll feed it

Take us where we need to be

Da da, da da, da da, da dum

Da da, da dum

Da da, da dum

Da da, da da, da da, da dum

Da da, da dum

Da da, da dum

Da da, da da, da da, da dum

Da da, da dum

Da da, da dum

Da da, da da, da da, da dum

Da da, da da, da da, da da, da da

The mind comes with booby traps, and an atmosphere of nearness, which puts the

whole world on your doorstep, with cameras and microphones.

if you stay in one

room long enough, the questions start to change you, and the map you own

becomes inferior

A topic of contentment, in the long sigh of a lifetime.

With the bolts and all

the chambers, you can be safe in the meantime.

But the microphones are powerful,

and the cameras have telepathy.

Silence extends no guarantees, you see

Painstaking the lie, to a spot fed on truth, evens out the weigh which is

working against you.

Oh, sing me a song that wreaks, of albumen and tunnel

sweat.

We must escape the government, with powdered wigs and wet cement

We have a garden that’s invisible!

It creates everything we see!

So sharpen all your instruments!

Prepare yourself for surgery!

DOCTOR DRAINO

NEEDS YOU

Mentally

A vast majority of human beings exercise their tautology in the ever decreasing

sphere of primal influence.

While it remains true that the surface of our

planet is undecided, we can no longer linger upon its renewal.

The time has now

come to reify our declining abilities of abstraction and at-oneness.

We must engage the shadow of deceit.

Take psyche on a picnic

In the middle of a meadow

For all the sky to see

We are here

Coming alive

Like nature in a brown paper bag

We can see everything

And it is good

There is no conflict

Only self displays those borders

Only self can make those changes

We belong united

We escape in miniature vehicles colliding

With the fabric of our love’s design

Sputtering out the (?) dizzy fumes (?) of our illusions

And all the things a mask cannot

Disguise

Makes politics

Of truth

And beauty