Besedila: Cipher. Other. Perfect Circle (Heru Vs.doktor Faust).

Better, Faster, Clear, Newer, Fairer, Nearer, Whiter, Terror in your Mirror
You put his hand nearer to God. Never give up the path we've crossed. Neuter the nature of the meter neter through meta-textual persuasion
Intellectual masturbation. Skull raping

Raise the battle arm. Praise to a mad Allah. Black Intifada remains the avatar. Man of law ingrained in Adams heart. Raze the whole dome like a breaking atom bomb. Gunna break the calm, one gun from stakes and mud. Turn your plowshares to a gun of a breaking love. Hate is on, and hate is off, Molotov. Revolution in the streets, rebels making war.

Impotent. In the way. Indirect. This is progress. Emergence of insurgence. Burning, looting, learning. Ghetto youth, better truth. Ending me? Better you!! Animal, enemy, animus, catalyst. Better Roots. Crack your whip, Cock your gun, Drop your bombs. MY PEOPLE Rape a child, Take the Nile, Take my Love. UNITED. Burn the Earth, Eat your young, Break it up. UNDER ONE LOVE. Die with a crooked smile and vomit in your lungs.

Better, Faster, Clear, Newer, Fairer, Nearer, Whiter, Terror in your Mirror. Better, Faster, Clear, Newer, Fairer, Nearer, Whiter, Terror, Terror, Terror.

A better tomorrow. Umoja. The first daylight is over. Soldiers, the war is over when the law is over that acquaints us with purpose and the essence of the order Coming Forth by Day.

Won't stop to all the Snakes Lost
Til ever pale face erases the pale horse
Til Ethiopia's revealed as the source.
It's not about you you and me; it's about our people.

Better, Faster, Clear, Newer, Fairer, Nearer, Whiter, Terror in your Mirror. Better, Faster, Clear, Newer, Fairer, Nearer, Whiter, Terror, Terror, Terror.

You put his hand nearer to God.Never give up the path we've crossed. Shimmering in the light is a crown of purple. Perfect Circle

Like Aursar Aset connect, collect. Make blessed a wall of red its dead and comes the new sun. Wash away the pain with blood remain as one. Contain the son. There's no separation from the right and the left hand like the distance from my thoughts and my weapon. When I rest my sword I'll ascend to heaven, no question