| Lyrics: | (Brock Davey Chadwick Tree)
No ball point pen
No type set in
The ultra-sonic
tapping machine
Takes control, takes control
Issues its command
Clicking and clattering
into the black
Indian ink or night, ahh ahh !!!
Hyrogliphic ancient scrawl, ahh ahh
Dot
to dot I'm bleeding for you
Bleeding for you my blood is blue
Penetration stainless
steel
Surgically screened the needle machine
Sliced the flesh like the Teko-Teko's
stare
Cut statistics on my face on my face
Name, age, place of birth, race,
Village and
tribe, carve deeply
Erase doubt, as to who I am
Who I am who I am
Prick, prick ow,
transfea inscribed
Images of sweet roses red
Blood drips blood drips
The
emporium
The tatoo hole in my skin
Drains the blood
Pain Ahh Ahh |
