I rush at full throttle across the darkening night and rain The torment is over and my time in this garden Is close to an end - earth turns to dust As the world moves at dying tempo behold its immensity and fatality I rush at full throttle across the darkening night and rain Existence fading transforming, flowing For me the world has become a wasteland Beneath a clotted shell descending into pitch-black halls Of unrecognized human desires A new warmth jubilates within Caresses the palms with moonlight Each new breath an engorging of absolute radiance