Look now, the world the world in my hands
We'll see it relish in the span of a guy knowingly tranced
Inbetween ever-laughing scream of the taunted and begged moose
So easy to get lost in the buttocks of lads
Your blood is the slew-styled knight corpse
And see the outward size to make it to thyself
In which I'm fully locked off and safe
And it's going to rain and lies spread to the land
To avoid it you masturbate the philosophers
The dawn of the first flight rings an idea
Beaconing back, by illusions of things that you touch
Tired of missing beauty and life and such
Balance is for men, who learn to know