We've been up and down again.
I will paint it red again.
Land of the giants is over.
In the land of little men.
Seeds all planted in the rain.
Which of you can hope to be.
One as beautiful as me.
A hunter not some fisherman.
Though it hurts to understand.
I will teach you nothing man.
That your hand isn't all so deal with it.
With the facts about life so feel it.
Past isn't yours to rake over.
It isn't the same now.
You've got to figure it out for yourself.
Do not wait to fall over.
This isn't all you get then game over.
It isn't strange to stop moving.
And if your sun stops revolving.
Mice have eaten all the strings.
Daemons all we use the key.
To subjugate divinity.