Climbing out of the fault lines

The cracks in the mask

The lifelines of neurosis

And all such osis

Shackin it off

Rubbing it loose

Shedding the dreading

And all that exess

Complex

Under my treading

A patchwork of skins

That can’t say where I’m going

Cos they only point to what I’ve been

Done now with making due

With shale and coal

While my appitite is for

Dimonds and Preals

I find nutriment from

Precious gems

I quench my thirst

And feed my hunger

With the flames of sacred

Fire

I grow stronger