I'm tearing my body apart by grinding on bits This smoke beckons me so much it's like an ash magnet Everything pulls by force and soars I see the flame is all burning I'll meet the sun in the Caribbean while laying this bit The wagon is rolling around the world with old hearts soaring I cover the old day,-Everything flies by like a minute I heard a terrible day today He's dragging it out so much by the seconds This is not just nonsense - I'm tearing everything in a circle Everyone, stand by the shepherd here, he is reading along the route again