Clear ideas and translucent fear, enough to make you rear, silent without a chance to hear, reverse gear could never get you here. Ask me what I fear again, its not who but when, unbend the bars that hide who you are, alone lost on a star, sky's become charred tar vibrating through air on the rift of a guitar, mars a product of wars, I suppose the poor rose to ensure a future for more, met with the prick of gore, eye of the storm the earth will soon adorn, pages of wisdom torn only to forewarn what's happen before, it is warm without a swarm, scorn of leaves threating to leave on this our last reprieve, heave those who deceive into the sea to bleed, unchain the honey bee, unburn our tree, let life be free