Galactic Fangs

(intro)
No one can really tell the story.
Compromises are made,
but there there is no
compromising
the terror of a man's
mind,

the story . . .

has
begun

(start at 2:15)
robots
all mechanized to roam
nomads to their own thoughts
their own ideas
lost in their own technologies

(2:36)
what is wrong
with their eyes?
i see . . . how they hide
in radio lines

i hear the beat of a drum,

pull the strings!

(2:58)
dance then . ..

what is coming from

the floor
is a galactic fog
drowns
their misery
away

(then cut into galactic force bites wires intrigue even in the here and after)