Electric snake far below
Like a striking Easter glow
Once its done we can begin
To disguise the words of friends
My mother lets me see
Because she lets it be
Gone for one but not the next
All these words are more than sense
...
And to my form, I let them burn
Black engulfs the scene below
Nowhere lights go to and fro
Wonder when we'll be alright
Ohh this thought is thought tonight
And the things we think we thought
Will leave this awful world we bought