Octopus

She opens her mouth and seems to swallow us all
She shakes off taboos and unwanted organisms
Theres a man outside who says hes come to read, the ether
Picking up bonus points when its time for dinner
Theres always someone who thinks theyve got a plan
Someone with a whip in hand, who thinks they are a man
A rescue package that will barely save the day
Even when implemented with no further delay
Delay
Predictive octopods, enchanting and seductive
Even the most mundane thoughts seem quite sensuous
This installation seem to bathe us all in sound
Picking up clues from penitential saviours
Theres always someone who thinks theyve got a plan
Someone with a whip in hand, who thinks they are a man
A rescue package that will barely save the day
Even when implemented with no further delay
Delay
Theres always someone who thinks theyve got a plan
Someone with a whip in hand, who thinks they are a man
A rescue package that will barely save the day
Even when implemented with no further delay
Delay