Moon sammy walks. across the floor
Below the floor. there is a wall
Behind the wall. there is a chair
Moon sammy knows. the chair is there

But that's ok, that's ok, you can do that
If you're wound up, full of tension
Incoherent. your mouth is buttered with lies
You ask why, but you could
Call it enigmatic; all your thoughts
About the chair are full of static
Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell
To the chair; your body
Says moon sammy, can you come back?

Strum it

Moon sammy washes
In the sink. below the sink. there is a drain. the drain
Goes straight. into the sea. the sink itself. is porcelain

Obsess yourself with causality
The information you hear is a loophole
Technicality. behind every object is a mathematic
An obscure substance
Infused with a kinetic force, energy
An obscure conscience shoots a gun at
The feet the world dances

Babylon, mystery, mother of harlots
And all these abominations of the
Earth, that sits on many waters
Drunk with the blood of the martyrs of
Jesus

And I wondered with great admiration