Take heed They call They take to the brain like ants They feed They crawl They nest in the head
The sleep above the shores of neverness With the keeper of the horde in heavenly seats Elevated to see surrendered antenna of freedom Still they creep upon the pores of reverence Where the sequence of their calls can never be seen Salivation misleads Mandibles wait
Separation and wavelength Fixed position Hold transmission till informed Relinquished of this penetrating torment
They play upon a tone set to beacon beasts Saint mastication are the destined to be taken to his teeth Electro magnetic pulse elevate their being So the enemy can lament his feed...
