Facing the darkness I look to impart this harvests Resurrection to sharpness The clearness of view Being born from the womb Born to consume Torn to the tomb A war is in view The largesse of two A taste for the few A face in the zoo Look I say it for the reputation and also the expectation of some more mastication vacation exultation incubate this elevation L a nation, Elle elation, ready, the mass provisions Have some vision, what you see is self treason, I do it over it’s for the same reason, I give you seasons you give me legions let it all go with the flick of my finger, let it all linger, fire my singed hair, wire the wind, wires everywhere