I am the crow of desperation 
I need no fact or validation 
I spin relentless variation 
I scramble in the dust of a failing nation
I was concealed 
Now I am stirring 
And I have waited for this time.

I am the termite of temptation 
I multiply and fly my population
I am the wheel I am the turning 
And I will lay my love around you.

I am the sea of permutation 
I live beyond interpretation 
I scramble all the names and [bad word] 
[I] penetrate the walls of explanation
I am the will 
I am the burning 
And I will lay my love around you.

I am the will 
I am the yearning 
And I will lay my love around you.