Passion-The Highest Necessity - Prisma

ransacking my sense

we scatter values ignore

the advance

the passion

it must be the highest achievement

ransacking my sense

for a simple and

comprehensible ideology

these hills of routine

in no one’s land

ten children in a circle dead

full of inner shine

universal body suits

guide me to the well

a good good hiding place

guide me

guide me to the well

where pictures and definite messages

pretend to be a friend

a self portrail ignorance

lower animals,

strive

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

taste my wrath

my thoughts

my revocation

extasy, im me and

you’re the witness

so we graze

behind the fences

wink intention

bloom

strive

for your germs

spoiled

grace

to exist

grace in

every season

ten

children in a circle

dead

clean your longing in a fuck

passion the highest necessity