Exalted by grand design,
Smooth effervescent wine,
Wash me and age my skin,
Don't torment me from within,
Don't ferment my dying sin,
Just mummify my yesterday,
So in the bask of tomorrow,
I may look upon it, with sorrow,
Bury my iniquities with the drugs,
Make the ground high,
And I upon it fly,
Looking down only to say,
"Goodbye."
To a world, since flooding,
Dry.