It Is Only A Little Planet, But

The Tides Are In Our Veins, We Still Mirror The Stars, Life Is Your Child, But There Is In Me Older And Harder Than Life And More Impartial, The Eye That Watched Before There Was An Ocean.

Only The Drum Is Confident, It Thinks The World Has Not Changed

Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

They Import And They Consume Reality.

I Have Seen These Ways Of God: I Know Of No Reason For Fire And Change And Torture And The Old Returnings.