When I walked down my face
To turn the waters lace;
The old ones fouled the start
In taking knower's part.
I found them begging:
`Nay - Ni - None!'
The game they'd win
Whispering their:
`You're far off, son!'

But I'm splitting waters
In Gargantuan hate,
My nose it ain't for wrenching
It's all there in my fate,
So when the vibes of water/sands turned to a picture slow,
I saw the rest of liars
Take their fish-eyes
Swimming their, `Go - go - go!'

And as the war is starting
Turning tuna to fine seal,
We stand up on the pastures
Pointing, `Its not ours' - its so unreal!'
How come that when they're landing
They start scratching heavens in the sands,
When all the water drown them
Or freeze them stiff and crippled with no hands?

How come they want a change,
When they revolve in shifter's dance?
I bet if they were flowing
It would turn-grow on their glance,
And as they'd feel again the earth
The soap-sound-silence would eat the dirt, -
And I would take the face-water's embrace
And turn it into soft delicious lace.