Presupposed We might be stones and meters The black world's advance The birds are sleeting
Beyond the word The spaces we feel (in clarity) Will force us all (us all) To act
Wide-arm integrity Arms built with answered questions Wide-arm intelligence The road is dry but you can take it
Deception might be all we cling to With no pre-thought We must conform Serving another mind I am here as a passenger
Push down upon the will of another To forget wishes of mine Our desire To lose the drapes Of my own dissent
When you lie awake at dawn The terrors and nightmares Your anguish... Bring you to your knees
Presupposed To storks and meanings The past whopped the free oppressors leading Beyond the word; the spaces we feel It's alarity will force us all to hate Will force us all to hate Will force us all to... hate Will force us all to hate.