Paroles de Rabbits

In reverse zoom from point of sand to floating moon In lunar dust Lesson learned in life, boiling the inside Well without a trace, stuck in your side Remains Quivering, sinking in, let the light bathe you The need to force A microcosmic design To be perceived as one Calling of the drone Becoming cold Forager of own, and seeker Turning preacher Softly states, all these years How my size fails me now To be perceived as one While thousands of millions collide Ignorant to this