super-unknown

some ask what really lies

somewhere between the lines

is the soundscape silent

is it saturn that shines?

could i still touch your lips?

could you hear your name said?

some may have the answers

but we never tell. instead:

we leave you guessing about our home

a place down deep under

the 'super-unknown'

where you can crack and blunder

sometimes i play there

i sit and i stir

question men who live by prayer

console in those who's words slur

we dream of dead clowns

and poison fruit salads

in churches and white towns

we throw pebbles in malice

i'll pretend to care

they'll whine the unfair

and soon enough sirens blare

for the next war we have prepared.