Stretch to the sun 
While earth [bad word] in the rain 
Will of black lung 
Tremble where the spirits tread 

Stay in seclusion 
These opiates will fade I know 
No land for the old  [bad word]  claim your own 

Like a pilgrim wanderer 
This cabin is now home 
For now asunder 
Till the smokescreen wears off 

Primal sounds in the wake 
Bleeding from colours into shape 
No one was awake 
To hear the laws of nature take place 

Revive life in uncharted woods, as we inhale 
Creation wept and understood, the unearthly way