Notes From the Icy Chrysalis (Lyrics)

"A barren desert lies under industrial mist Skyscrapers rise in simple elegance A cold world, devoid of life. But down below Where the plaster is starting to crumble Where modest tricklets from kleenex-clean Asses dribble into stinking sewers The rats have been living and breeding happily For a long time now. They speak a new language: And when this language is brought out, into the light All that's sad will no longer be done Black and white will not necessarily be right Old and new will blend into one. Cripples, queers, winos junkies, ai-tyes Blacks, terrorists, arsonists, tramps, jailbirds, Women and all kinds of dream peddlers Will gather to bury their fathers." [Coded communique, Zürcher Bewegung, 1980.]