I am the crow of desperation I need no fact or validation I span relentless variation I scramble in the dust of a failing nation I was concealed Now I am stirring And I have waited for this time I am the termite of temptation I multiply and find my population I am the wheel I am the turning And I will lay my love around you I am the sea of permutation I live beyond interpretation I scramble all the names and the combinations I penetrate the walls of explanation I am the will I am the burning And I will lay my love around you I am the will I am the yearning And I will lay my love around you