Opera Selvaje

The world is flat and spins on a clock
Batteries of lava and sulfur sound
Generating earthquakes in my inner world
Strange aliens sprout from the fists
While our magic entwines us even more
The idiot box keeps poking a finger
In a fun and almost subliminal way
Wild opera for urban tribes
Wild opera for urban tribes
Wild opera for urban tribes
Wild opera for urban tribes
Wild opera for urban tribes
Opera
Opera
Opera for the resurrection
Typhoid fever invades souls the world suddenly reborn varicose veins burst out of self-respect letting the blood flow again