The ocean waved goodbye
to the world
and the water fell to space

it wrapped around the stars
giving them a new home
the sky was gold
and i was holding on
to dear life

on a telephone pole
and i thought about
these papers
with my words carved into them
being pushed around
by all this wind

it was trying to push me too
but my strength was that
of God's with
the Devil's determination
so i ripped the telephone poll
out of the ground ((after making a few calls))
and

fought the world

that has been desperately
trying to fight me.