the verbal pterodactyl come to it's senses to meet it's date for it's lunch with the man of stone the sculptor of which and eerie aetherics behind a wall of wails and ears listening to babble of a madman they say napoleon wouldn't've slept too much he was asked to lead, to win, to murder in cold blood. You should get some sleep, the réverbère éteinte, insomnia'll eat your brains out cell by cell they make their way towards the final goal of actually making the wall understand it's made of inanimate bricks, cold dusty stone, dead silent bricks, gaea has his children one by one or in masses gaea'll have her children