We see a mother with no legs, I wish I'd my leg to spare
How does it feel to be you? - She once asked me; I said I feel like a pan trapped in the kitchen
Together now, in this timeless parade, the living lie, dead afraid, then they saw the moon WITHOUT LIGHT ON ITS OWN, ALONE, SHADOWS ARE GONE
Join the harvest of hundred fields hearty and tame, all going back to one single grain, offer YOUR LIGHT TO THE WORST THAT YOU'RE FEELING