I was dropped here Just writhing skin Wet and cold Outside and in But long before I was forged in fire In the day's indifference And in the night's desire I'm the clay, I'm the porcelain I'm the air, I'm the nitrogen Consequence and the origin And so are you What worthless sounds Cross my teeth Turning endless valleys In to dead end streets Stampede of flesh Into a single herd Infinity Into a single word But it's mass and movement It can't be explained It's like the book you gave me In the morning rain That said the skin of the earth Aint got no name And neither do you And I can't help But noticing My goddamn lenses Can't stop refocusing And the column of time It's towering And no matter the hour It devours me What it was, what it shall be It's as much a science as a prophecy But neither ever meant that much to me What's it to you