We are the wild weed on the farm field
Grains of sand in the clockwork
Ripple on the still water surface
We are sudden flatline disortion
Gravity hunger won't catch us
Flattening force won't affect us
We are the hive of the bright light
Fireflies swarm in the night time
We are chaotic dust
Creating patterns in space
We are delirious howler
Singing a song of contradictions
Seeking the body to body friction
We are the thick smoke cloud
Running away and then returning
Back to the primal fire cradle
Children of incompleted burning
We are chaotic dust
Creating patterns in space
We are the wild weed on the farm field
Grains of sand in the clockwork
Ripple on the still water surface
We are sudden flatline disortion
We are the dwellers of the hollow
We've got the firekeepers blessing
We are the chaotic dust which
Makes this space so interesting