woooo - let the shadow draw
woooo - what does not show
woooo - you do not know

Wood is for etching
the names of lovebirds
and burning the dead

The wings of freedom
and the sails of charon
make peacock tails bloom

Burn, baby, burn
The turning wheel
pours blood on fire

Billions of rascals
sniff the fumes
and greet the day
with huge hardons
for thonged widows

Fotios, June 2006