A simple shape to hold the world. As hard to hold as light and warmth, The life that lives inside a shell so brittle.
Crack it open and steal its worth. Take the gold that held the sun's light Scatter the pieces of sky Crush the life that lived inside
An ant has no quarrel with a boot it seems And dreams weren't meant for life with out wings So clip the feathers before they form Take the bird and don't let it grow
This world is a terrible place Yes, this world is a terrible face. Better to die than grow in times gone lean What difference does one sphere make?