Geology is digging through my brain
The blanket engulfing the world
To throw it up once again
To a guild of lifted daggers

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cunning stones
From the fossilised den of thieves
Our lives die

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

I see the nursing all-mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first-born hope
Breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion

Apathy dressed in violence
White insectoid legs
Curse her lips and the mouth
Receptive only to pain

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures