Текст: Melt Banana. Section Eight.

sect. one hut down
sect. two sleep still
sect. three raw deal
next, sect. eight

let out whizz-bang
set out at point blank
three rats slip out
set. defeat them
i dig out next sense
i chuck out next case


sect. one sect. two
how about sect. eight?

wheeze cant be heard
it cant reach up there
whatevers meaningless
thick silence grabs my time
they wrap me up they mail me out
with a red tag
with a black skull laying like
"danger: atomic wastes"

"the fact never says the truth"
its on the wall
and the first man appears

leap out wasted
creep out sad rats
take a look at next case
guilty? or not guilty?
sect. one sect. two
shut up the thick door
rat race raw deal
how about sect. eight?

shock waves in the sky
i cant reah up there
whatevers meaningless
pitch-black its all up now
rats crunch you from head
till reach to your toe
into bits, and bite off
your cats just staring at you

lets leap out
lets pop out
lets cry out
slow light starts to point at your face
sect. one defeated
sect. two defeated
rat race, declared
next, sect. eight

wheeze cant be heard
it cant reach up there
whatevers meaningless
thick silence grabs your time
rat crunch you from head
till reach to your toe
into bits and bits
leap out before decomposed
what about sect. eight?
what about sect. eight?...

im knocking the door
which leads me to the next section, like
the next dimension