I bequeath thy fragmented hymne
would thee not embrace within?
quiet thy head be
in such a wrong time to see.
we see, we see, we see
but what we hear is not what we be
Vague but true I am
to tell you the world is nothing but a pea
space is infinite so they say
but how can we say?
for no one knows how to win...
don't say, know.
for one day you may scrape your shin