—Monads—
There are monads in the air
There are monads in your hair
Nothing you can do or say
Because they're gonna be there anyway
If you try to kill yourself
Thinking you will become a ghost
You'll still be monads
So it’s not a good idea in the most
You'll never escape monads
When you are a little babe
You are made out of monads
When you're just a little child
You are made out of monads
When you are all grown up
You are made out of monads
When you are old and grey
You are made out of monads
When you're rotting in your grave
You are made out of monads
Monads are floating in the air
Monads are simply everywhere
Nothing you can do or say
Because they're gonna be there anyway
If you try to kill yourself
Thinking you will become a ghost
You'll still be monads
So it’s not a good idea in the most
So you go through another day
With monads getting in your way
There's nothing you can do or say
Because they'll be there anyway
They are you and you are them
You are them and they are you
You are a monad
You are many monads
Everything you see is made of monads
This is a good, if short overview of Snakefinger's great, short career. From barely listenable outtakes through the superb arrangements of the Vestal Virgins, with some great work with the Residents throughout! Spineless Books