posted on Oct, 5 2005 @ 05:51 PM
As we walk onto ice-capped, roof-topped, snow-balled,
People walkin' round, hand on heads, dazed and confused,
Its blood it's running through these veins
Bears in chains and vanilla flavoured ice-cream,
Chocolate milk all crawling in gangs, cobbled with confetti and Safron robes,
It's blood it's running through these veins.
We swap meat, its DNA, dont break the chain,
A double-helix entwined with ivy, flowering yellow and purple,
Boondock Saints, lover's hate and blood: it's painted in a face.