Could not the glass of a thousand
not the glass of a million
not the glass of a many
break down the passion within the world

Crack the fragile, bleeding sympathy
of the backbone of nature with
Man's wars and armageddon

Make me vomit
again and again and again
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

For his shrunk shank and his big manly voice
Proving again to us that we're just flickers
Floaters and free replaceable spirits of a sphere
of a globe where no gravity grows
no control

But in seconds of desperate hours
of pre-measured sicklied time
I cry out to you, you and only you
like a vulture crying to its corpse created crease prey
Pray I do, unto you :
Ave...
Gratia pleana, dominus tecum
Benedicta tu...nostrae.

The healing has scattered
but my memories of thee, have not
Please come back to me
Before it is we
Before it is you
Before it is me
Before it is all forgot