Dance On A Lake Of Mutation Poem by Kevin Patrick

Midnight comes knocking with her black mass invitation
She Says follow the crosses of power line stations
Out of a city of microchip cathedrals
Over the steep hills of neon shadows
Pass the glass forest of petrified trees
You'll find extinction and Ecstasy Street
Here the freaks come to play in their sonic revivals
And everyone's blessed as their own Frankenstein messiah
Don't let your existence fill you with dread
We're going to eat to the beat like the living dead

We're going to dance on a lake of mutation


Down on the rooftop where the lizard queens hide
melodic maelstroms will be jumping down your spine
The cross dressing robots with television eyes
Parley with Demons wearing fiber-optic beehives
And the dog face girl with the teeth of pearls
Twirls with the squid boy who gives her a whirl
Staring up at cold scars of ebony skies
Are those stars or the cemetery of satellites?
Who needs salvation when we got damnation?
And we can sing in the rain of world's radiation

While we dance on a lake of mutation


Surfing radio waves to the sounds of sweet oblivion
Tuned to the frequency of an ill-mannered simian
Ghosts are too tired to haunt me anymore
It's like splitting atoms on a dirt blue floor
My hearts a vacuum with void to consume But my feet are live wires to this voodoo tune
So save the resurrection for after supper
It's time we all learned to walk on water
So take all your skeletons from out of the closet
We're going to ride the green muck like a lit fused rocket

So let's Dance on the Lake of Mutation

Until the night brings me home