The agent that shapes the desert, You're a well of dense fluids From the basin of time, you have derived From the lakes you've left behind The boundless celestial season Drags the sands of time In between your flecks of sparks, A constellation of departed stars A day in the life of the agent One blink of the eye, pre-creation From the catacombs where our dead rivers run The constant red glows bright A thousand arms point to the sun, The sky picked clean and white Into the bestial season, The angry animals are all in sight Just fiercely rotating, roaring In between their specks of light A day in the life of the agent One blink of the eye, pre-creation Analyzing eyes howl, You watch the ashes engulf the sky Known pulses hits the air, Behind a veil, your breath, you sneer The radiant tunnels stashed, Now grasp the atmosphere Washed away towards the tides, And chased down towards the spine