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)