Sangtekst: Subtle. Eneby Kurs.

There will be no ape with a fire for a face
singing a word like fate while banging a fork on a plate.
No gates, no stakes, no planes that are fake.
Just the simple terrahedron and it's vagina of states.
Did you really think that hydrogen was made to make apes, or maybe made to make an ape to make a net for catching whales in space?

And that's why we whale.

I'm crack some ink
bugging the rock wind;
wound around bone
Every raindrop, earthsick.
The universe is playing a close relative of bowling with our...
Eneby Kurs, or could you let it be a rock?