[R. Hubert, R. Hubert]



The pale sun spits a slow death down

to this blinded mankind

while the wooden horse of science

elevates a grey hell to the sky

So the little superbrains

declare madness for sense



and fear, the mother of

all social violence

eats tiny pieces of

normal life as tribute for

general apathy

The blue moon pukes compassion over

a world of concrete emotion

Researchers found some new lines

in their hymbooks and they read

So the little superbrains