If I stand around
And watch them drown in pools of gray
When we dive in, I can surely say there's feud with force

Am I in your way?
Please knock me down, can I help you in?
When I'm not around let us all be found in certain ways


Dear Mr. Queequeg, you have been informed your life's been saved
You are not a black-hearted vicious mess so it's been claimed

If this is the beast
Pulling us towards the east on mighty waves
Let us look inside

And pull out all your pride, you know it's up to us

Holding pasts in ash black earth

Bound by roots
Roots into sand
Grow towards the giver


There's an open wound
Placed upon my heart, in anger's rage

If we open up the spirit it's the spirit that can bleed
Ahab the leading lad we can trust obsession carries them
Meet us at the temple

Healing all the crippled, don't forget the maimed

Lower soul

Sent with gifts offering
Teeth of hope travel with
Child laid next to mother