Courage and Cowards move, heroes to ecstasy  [bad word] of war and wounds, vigil and vitcory  [bad word] of atoms dance, sugar towards the taster, 
Prey to the predator, love as we're falling down 

Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go, 
Mindless processions move, lanterns of burning towns,  [bad word] to fray and feast, bliss in all sorrows found, 
Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations. 

Patterns I'm finding 
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle. 
Patterns we're finding 
Our faces raised in adorations. 

Deserts are paradise, awake to genocides. 
Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found 
Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete 
From apes or sons of god, let every act be sacred. 

Patterns I'm finding 
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle. 
Patterns we're finding 
Our faces raised in adorations.