The forest aches 

                 With misused worries 

       Tribes of fortune gather at the lago

   Counting their fruit berry coins on the internet tributaries

         Que es eso? Je ne sais pas.

         Which way goes the caloried Magus

       Always towards east 

 For that is where Denny's is

    Grand Slam every time

           

 Grismantine 

   Grismosis 

       Like the serpent 

                                 Weaving it's way to the hand

                               I sense the forgotten triangles

   Blue red yellow black 

Staring at the mystery 

              The giant flower spitting in your eye

       Our heads are swapped 

I can see myself but with your head

                Like the comic in the newspaper 

                                      Where the army guy is always sleeping

 Moonbeams of 

   Pork and beans 

       The blood moon

           Mehkmet

          Saw it 

       What sorcery be this 

         Enough really 

      Time to let it slide 

          Broker the moments effort

                                      With a pound of cured meats 

        And we’ll drink to the health

           Of old ladies 

  In Prada