The Tortoise & The Hair Songtext
von Osiris Saline

Rotting, spinning, clogging the sink
With the multitude of strands that seem to think
A lawless contentedness that stomps with glee
We don′t know what we see
Oh it burns, we wash it down
The taste, obsessed with this town


Every sinew of vertical awareness
In these malcontents that speak of unfairness
While elder things and under lords
Raffle reality supplied by their cords
That link the power plugged in skulls
And warps existence of those who horde
Their senses have moved to new grounds
Far away from these societal sounds

Don't you tread on me growled the pebbled pathway
I thought that was the racist snake
The slow one huffed, shook, and replied
No, my shell is my
Spine for your sake
And I noticed the greasy layers ahead
The tortoise and the hair