Stretch to the sun
While earth seeks comfort in the rain
Will of black lung

Tremble where the spirits tread

Stay in seclusion

These opiates will fade I know
No land for the old
Kingdom come, claim your own


Like a pilgrim wanderer
This cabin is now home

For now asunder
Till the smokescreen wears off


Primal sounds in the wake
Bleeding from colours into shape
No one was awake

To hear the laws of nature take place

Revive life in uncharted woods, as we inhale

Creation wept and understood the unearthly way