Lamp of the Universe - Acid Mantra But tell me, how can a being defined as human, locked alone in a studio, with only a couple of 2001 Odyssey PCs for company, surrounded by a Leaning Tower of Pisa made of corpse-like beer cans? Gentlemen of the court, I ask you, how can one resist reading the group's name and the title of their work? It would be self-harm. And I believe I can assert without reasonable doubt that passing by this title, if one abuses sonic additives, would be a crime against oneself. The difficult verdict on the nonsense of a surveyor on the brink of a nervous breakdown is left to posterity.