Twinkle twinkle (x10) There will be no ape with a fire for a face singing a word like fate while banging a fork on a plate No gates, no stakes, no planes that are fake Just a simple tetrahedron and its vagina of states Did you really think that hydrogen was made to make apes Or maybe made to make an ape to make a net of for catching whales in space (x2) (second silent) And that's why we whale (x3) I'm crack some ink Hugging the rock Wind wound around bone Every raindrop earthsick The universe is playing a close relative of bowling with our Eneby Kurs or Could You Let It Be a Rock (x8)