Can you count the fingernails?
They’re dirty in the skin and through the hair.
My skin chafes dry and cold, with dirt and mold, and oils old.
I’m digesting everything. I’m digesting everything.
Can you feel my fingernails digging into your scalp?
Track Name: Rock Pigs
These cavities house some devils.
A stench is aching.
It's foul and lousy and angry to all men.
Can you smell it making sicks?
Who cares. Nobody cares.
And we're all end.
Track Name: Locktender - The Strangest Secret
“I’d like to tell you about the strangest secret in the world. Some years ago, the late Nobel prize-winning Dr. Albert Schweitzer was being interviewed in London and the reporter asked him, “Doctor, what’s wrong with men today?” The great doctor was silent a moment, and then he said, “Men simply don’t think.”
It’s about this that I want to talk with you.”
Imagine a field devoid, providing to no one the fruits of its toil or the shipyard filled to the brim with its fleet, yet no one there to captain them. Wandering aimlessly we only endure the same fate that we make. We welcome change, yet spurn it away when it becomes too much for us.
A lion will rear its kingly head because that’s the only role it knows. But why then does man insist to lay waste to a guiltless freedom that binds its soul?
A good farmer must tend earnestly within the soil, starting simple from the ground up.
A good captain must guide the best way for the ship to endure the trip to its destined port.
The people who get on in this world
are the people who get up and look for
the circumstances they want, and if they can’t find them, make them.
Build – Work – Dream – Create
Be of Service
Take from my hand, the pen, and write down your own story with it.
“We become what we think about. Now let me say that again: We become what we think about.”