You take your ship to sea, if you find an island you can name it for me, I'm like Constantine. Cryptic chronology, sea sick ceremony, a brief history of bigotry, and a few methods to model the abstract, sometimes whack point of view. Got it rough, take it from me, take my stuff, you can take it from me, that's enough, you're a lot tougher than me. Pure art and patriarchy, parrot in the park, no contest, no success for the weaker ***. Passed through a hundred hands, across a hundred lands, a glittering glimpse of its beauty can be an empire's end. You take your whip to me, if I mine a diamond, you can take it from me, I'm in slavery.