So you stem the earth, and you pick the grain
And in teeth your voice, becomes me one insane
Come the ascending waves, and a gap-toothed grin
Come the ominous water, fill the universe within

I'd watch for time, but I can't find my wrist
The knob is broken, it's a sound level lisp
Come walk with me, in this hall of objection
My hand is a mirror, for this light of perfection

I am the gods, I care not for specifics
I am the rod, that I bend upon physics
I'm not the mask, but the sweat on the brow
I am the past, because it happens right now

As I crawl from the ground to my body, I smile to hear emotion melody