Radix Songtext
von Ashok

Seek to find your mentor
Styrofoam people made up by inventors,
Add a little heat and crack up under pressure.
Cold as on old bone a Napoleonic gesture,
Alone with a dial tone...
Splitting alone at the fork tongue,
Sinners and no-goers are divides against the chosen young,
Roll with the horn blowers and slow-a-ways with the pollen bun
And sweet old Charis.
Cherish these moments of stolen fun or tumble and perish.
′Cos troubles up at the lobby for stiff pricks and
Dry jokes you know.
Rebelion doubles up when they sun it up and they finally know
Troubles up at the very top of the slimy slope,
A to b straight-line liars in shiny coats.


Money, money, money, money is an Ism!
Money, money said it is, said iy isn't.
Money, money, money, money is an Ism!
Stop chasing stars,
Radix malorum est cupiditas.


Sorted out in systems.
The paper people
Slamming the cold choke of resemblance
Of stats and facts,
Compared to the feeling of a heartbeat?
It′s about as true as a cold dew touching your
Rubber shoe or your bare feet!
You're banging on resistance.
And so you should
'Cos soon they′ll buckle up and listen.
I said they would,
For never a moment changed positions.
Force your decision...
Because the wind blows in the way that fate chose your mission
Think slow!
But never sink low to submission.
The kink slows in the strongest armour in the kingdom.
Inthe deep rows of perfection sowed
Reaped and endless
Amounts of senses that by consensus

Are senseless.
End of point end of fucking sentence!
End of joint end of my repentance!
All can join in the motion for acceptance.

Money, money, money, money is an Ism!
Money, money said it is, said it isn′t.
Money, money, money, money is an ism!
Stop chasing stars...

I hate the way that you're worth more in places
You want to exploit,
Can′t I trade my bowl of soup for your professional
viewpoint?