Quiche Lisp |
It has always been about the win. Always !
Some can't take the pressure of the thread !
[cue "Rythm of the Heat" music by Peter Gabriel]
Looking out the window
I see the red dust clear
High up on the red rock
Stands the Snow Cat with the spear
The land here is strong
Strong beneath my feet
it feeds on the blood
it feeds on the heat
The pressure is below me
The pressure of the thread
The pressure is around me
The pressure has control
The pressure is inside me
The pressure has my soul
The pressure of the thread
The pressure of the thread
The pressure of the thread
The pressure of the thread
Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
Vicious Chicken dances round the fire
We spit into our hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Held open to the sun
Self-conscious, uncertain
I'm showered with the dust
Spanky's spirit enters into me [no !]
And I . . . submit . . . to trust
Smash the radio
No outside voices here
Smash the watch
Cannot tear the day to shreds
Smash the camera
Cannot steal away the spirits
The pressure is below me
The pressure of the thread
The pressure is around me
The pressure has control
The pressure is inside me
The pressure has my soul
I'll win one day, standing proudly on my stubby legs, the Scepter of the Thread in my right hand, and the Hammer of Ban in my left hand !