Frogman hieroglyphic
zoologically quite cryptic
Cut to the quick like a knife
Reveal the thread of my life

Man hands and soft eyes
Incapable to criticize
Inside me is a hole
Bleeding out my soul

To fill the void within
Is to deny all that without
Reject the concept of sin
Destroy the peril of doubt

Naptuli criaba Shandong
Esont vanglui kechong
It is and isn’t right
Baby crying out at night

Patterns, spinning, buzzing
Hummers, birding, fuzzing
Rickin’, rackin’, rockin’
Can you hear me knockin’?

What you think is fake
What you feel you are
Beside the emerald lake
I fashion thee a star

A cosmic spirit guide
Will point you to the way
The path that cannot hide
Illuminate the day

“He understands your orphan with his gun/
Crying like a fire in the sun”
A poet once he told
His words they shone like gold

The man, the song were one
Begin to come undone
What was once now is gone
And the band plays on and on . . .