[R. Hubert, R. Hubert]
The pale sun spits a slow death down
to this blinded mankind
while the wooden horse of science
elevates a grey hell to the sky
So the little superbrains
declare madness for sense
and fear, the mother of
all social violence
eats tiny pieces of
normal life as tribute for
general apathy
The blue moon pukes compassion over
a world of concrete emotion
Researchers found some new lines
in their hymbooks and they read
So the little superbrains