My words aren't as heavy as my feelings,
My thoughts are vapour compared to the emotions,
Heavily I tread upon the back of life,
The screams are silent, but I know they're there,
Circuits putting the fear of god into himself,
He "saw" the light, and it was "good",
The dance occurs in Rebis, and in the enormous womb,
Every breath causes pain to your mother
Forget about the cracks and run, you are no longer the pursuer
...but the pursued!
Don't take this personally, it's "the new age".