Flexing my tongue forth by the wind
Snakeskinned the hull, O dainty skipper lull me a bye
I cannot surmount, I feel limited to life
My world is of fantasy, I have no-one to bind
I am the copy, a mimic refined
Don't confuse yours truly I didn't bear a child
Then who has fathered me this light?
When I sat amidst the mountains ere the laser dot me a time
And when I scoured the texture of it blasphemy had hit onto pine
The world is everlasting indebted to my persistent faith
Which you have denied, my bedridden gush, I was sickly to assault O heavenly defeat why can't you salt the wounds I've born to land
The child spoke flock while the desert paste and send.