Whoracle

歌词

I often dream of huge numb buildings 

Jet-black sinister architecture 

Being installed when nobody sees 

Their appearance so sudden 

That few would take notice 

And when I wake up 

I imagine being crushed by one 

Imagining its weight its silence 

And the absence of excuses for a havoced life 

And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone 

Jotun 

A body of black 

That carried no reflection 

Defying its own room 

Un-earthly eggs of decreation 

There would be colonies 

Mushroom-scattered forever out of context 

Rising spores from a dying world 

To pollute to chase away what's left 

Sun-white pulverised desert stone 

And serpentine lizard mouths 

Pales away the pyramids 

Rewriting 4500 years of history 

Raping the statue of liberty 

Outplays the acropolis 

Inverting the fjords 

Invades the n why skyline to 

Dream its own existence in one single final word 

Jotun 

Can we identify them 

As the flint buried in our reptile skulls 

Or the time-bomb coded in our dna