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Spirit of the concrete ground enclosing Up my nostrils motionless sticky stench Numbers and letters spin my view Threatening the universal architecture I know a secret name I can not utter The bricked walls yet always fall upon me Mysteries, intellectual inertia Aroused by sin The key of chemical God another drug My limbs are wired Hissing with smoke I wear plastic wings Split the universe Equations of life reverse Speed of light, death hearse We must make earth even worse Help me, I'm in hell You are the defined Gaze into those pulses Split an atom No signs, no names Telling what road to ride There's still a chart of my soul Poison my blood Burn the unlawful city All roads lead not to my Rome Must I be hung