SURVIVAL



And my eyes screamed in madness

if the madness ever was.

And I ask: who's mad here?

who knows the ultimate

utmost

absolute

fear?

tuned on 6th gear?



And I ask: who's mad here?

Is it me or face in the mirror?

Is it ceiling or the floor?

Who's mad here?

The man who's sad? The man who's dead?

The cat?

The rat?



And I ask thee: what's the thing above?

Proteine based true love?

Of carbon made white dove?

So I ask thou about the thing above.



And I ask: what's the thing to catch and hold?

when everything's so shallow and old?

What's the thing to try unfold?

Is it the flower?

The book?

The crown made of gold?



So answer,

you dualistic loosers

you intellectual posers

answer: what's the thing to catch and hold?



When Shiva dances! dances! dances!

and worlds arise.

When Shiva dances! dances! dances!

These worlds will fall

and I shall fall and you shall fall

infinite times we'll crush our heads

against the transcendental wall.



And when I fall and I'll be so small

(against that crush-head wall)

never I would crawl

(near that crush-head wall)

but I'll try to become tall

(against that crush-head wall)

and than I again would fall,

with my head crushed

(by that wall)



but never I would crawl.



'cause Shiva dances! dances! dances!

and the world arise

with mankind so beautiful,

O' extraordinarily wise.



And their eyes will scream in madness

if the madness ever was.