Island Poetry Lyrics

Resist nothing or at least most of it

While selling humanity secretly to the masses

I encountered you in the situation room

You don't have to wait until the machine stops

Men dwelling on their sophianic experience

While women cry only for lonely birds' pain

I encountered you in the musical rain

While making countless copies of the pleroma

They stole your mojo

In the empty supermarket

Filling in a form

For every memory you ever had

Say goodbye and ascend

Nothing is yours to keep here

And even the gods are yawning

Behind the curtain