Satori/Incarnation Songtext
von Roope Kivimaa

Tentacling my plentiful bounty
I occasionally kept my eye
On the background, I yelled
Without making a noise

Like a teeny-weeny shrew
I was digging my own grave
I thought: "A domestic chick or a dachshund?"
I cursed, I grunted, I wondered

Until a smooth monsoon wind
Lifting all creation to the troposphere, heliopause


I got it
"Oh, the retrovirus!"

Superpurple solitude
or a destructively orange boredom?

The sepias are blooming
in their acute white glow
acacias are stumbling
as slimy green abstractions

I′m wondering if I'll arrive here
if not even tomorrow?

A thousand propels
sow their worried crop