Shock In My Town

Shock in my town, velvet underground
I heard screams of rage
from generations, with no past left, of neo-primitives
rough cybernetic lords of the rings, pride of the asylums.
I encountered hallucinations.
We're becoming like insects; similar to insects.
In my sights clash tribes of suburbanites, of amino acids.
Latent additional shocks, additional shocks
wake up, wake up kundalini, wake up kundalini
to escape from paranoia
like after a trip on mescaline
that ends badly on the way back.