I was in hands
Now understandthat in those hands
I was a man.

I fell asleepin vaguest armsmy
Vedic friendwho never ends.
My head the copis mouthing offlearned how to talkand's mouthing off.

But Vedic friend with another lessonto give to copthis one's from the top.
I'm made of milkI'm made of meat
I'm made of laughs

I'm made of sweets
We're separatebut that's alright.
I'm eaten cake

You're purple rite.
You grip me goodand shut me upand soothe my gutmore than enough.
The rain is funand cop could playbut deepest bluesand stays away.

I am protectedcop is digestedin Vedic friendwho never ends.