Buried in the leaves you dream of
Earth from outer space
Just one spinning marble
Swirling with places
But back to this hologram cloud
With angels guarding the eastward star
You try to mould your sword in that sun
But you’re tied to satellite-chair handlebars
So you ramble on with your firewater
Swinging by the rim of the wheel
Tripping on virtues and vices
The heartless are so much harder to ****
Body’s forming crystals now
Trees laugh as you stumble in a whirl
Then you remember what I said-
Save yourself and save the world