they think they know
but its far more then that
they think they strive
among the impossible links

taking each stride
I wonder what happened to Molech
we were here before
the mystery unfolds

a glow from a worm
its often hard to discern
to be a bird
upon a wire

the taunt of the remedy
Joplin's finest
the exquisite foretaste
amidst its calamity

come with me through the barren sea
the sea of grown mockery
through the leaves
a doorbell rings

a trophy for the winner
stay and wait for dinner
a passenger or the driver
you act like a Magive

why does on equate logic with fear
all draw near
lend me an ear
the soft linguistic cheerr