Dear Marge

In this mess,

precious dust

Gather strength, softness

Guard the gods

guard the judges

Din of geometric chaos

The chaos

What a mess

The precious dust

Gather strength and softness

Guard the gods

guard the judges

And contort the geometric

The chaos

What a mess

The precious dust

Gather strength, the softness

Guard the gods

The judges

Contort the geometric chaos

The joy to love

To know to learn

Are the essence

Of existence,

And so couldn't they

Govern it too?

To open up,

face to a work

The joy to love

To know to learn

Are the essence

Of existence,

And so couldn't they

Govern it too?

The joy to love

To open up

Vyšlo na albech