caught in the motion of endless rotation makes you feel ill makes your guts want to spill when the world in your head is the world where you live the people seem strange with their paranoid dreams it goes on and on on and on it goes on and on on and on breathe it in the particles of ancient remains still circulate breathe in and out until we fall rest on the sedimentary plains singing for millions of years still dreaming of you feeding on the mythical creatures devouring all of their powers that was your nature cosmic destroyer and you don t have a name but you can call it so many different things