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