And my feet, ripped, from the ground,
As I ran and hid within the crowd,
From the sun which shook the horizon,
But the Medusa head of the night was rising,
And I fled to a cave and prayed for sleep,
But the scorn of the dawn was beginning to seep
And the day break broke me like a little twig,
And with an ounce of strength I continued to live
And the ouroborus clocks continued to chime
And Ra made it clear that my soul was not mine,
Not mine,
I will still go kicking and screaming,
With my head high and a hat.