expect a change
with the free range exchange
a change in tonality
a strange irrationality
back to basics
and acids
to the tests
with the litmus

wooden language
tries to wipe away the past
ends up leaving traces of the past alas

names mean nought
when they think we bought
that stairway to heaven
they must forget the zeppelin
focus here a bit on the hour of eleven
we won't try to **** it
nor try to spill it
just keep it quiet
continue the riot
wondering why patriot
doesn't rhyme with riot

the sloth will know
as the deer taps his toe
so too will the earth
and the sea
and the sky
no matter how obscure
we will let the ambient data endure

wooden language
tried to wipe away the past
ends up revealing its gold alas