The mighty arms of madness pull the Heavens to the Earth,

and the wobbly legs of gladness stand on flat rocks.

A voice speaks to the masses, thoughts are stabbed in the dawn.

Far away those who live in the now swim through the sea and climb mountains.

Now, tell me.

Would you like an artists palette;

or a scribbled on canvas?

Choose now, friend, choose now. Take a brush and color the page.

Sever the arms, step off the rock.

Walk, my friend, walk.

Run, my friend, run.

Jump, my friend, jump!

Now, my friend, now.

The mighty arms of gladness point to the unknown.

The wobbly legs of madness are here, there... Everywhere.