In a merry-go-round of colours
Life whirls by and Jama appears
From some hidden dimension
Behind wooden horses
And smiling clowns
He laughs with his fangs
Wears a chain of grinning skulls Throbbing pulse of d**h
Crumbles the pillars
On which house and home are built
Oh merry-go-round my simple heart
Just fill it up, with liquid lead
The throbbing pulse of d**h Skulls cave in, I broke the chains
Liquid ash seeps into the earth
Jama/Psychosis
Sunrise of the soul
The throbbing pulse of d**h Oh, ikabao, blue sword
Cut through the black
Through strings of karmic puppetry
Swallow the five poisons and laugh
Embrace the enemy
That hideous metaphore
The best and worst of self