The shadow of the earth is growing old
The children of the grave are growing bold
Trade your hard earned money for a handful of prayers
Live softly what’s left unaware

You’ll try to cry
You’ll try to die
They’ll follow you till the end of time
Can you feel it
Can you feel the static sun
Empowering your glory
Weakening their gloom

The dried wolves
Are out for a hunt tonight
And fear in your heart they’ll ignite

Traveling all the time
I can’t stand still
I’ll run the world till I get my trill  

Silky is the moon upon us
Bone chilling is the blizzard in your heart
Devastating are the shattered visions from the future
Screaming violins up on the dancing hill
Fiddling a blue moon

The sun boils the water as it rise from beneath the sea
The symmetrical cities are swirling and twirling far away
Red are the nights full of pleasuring pain

The silent alfalfa
The blue field where words are grown
Wheels within wheels are my words
A  mosaic of pithy thoughts
Swift day dreaming

This is just a phase
Everything belongs to the past
And eventually nothing will last
From the womb
To the tomb