It's Only In Uncertainty That We're Naked

The Rhythm Is Below Me, The Rhythm Of The Heat. The Rhythm Is Around Me, The Rhythm Has Control. The Rhythm Is Inside Me, The Rhythm Has My Soul.

Self-conscious, Uncertain, I'm Showered By The Dust. But The Spirit Enters Into Me And I Submit To Trust.

With This Darkness All Around Me, I Like To Be Liked. In This Emptiness And Fear, I Want To Be Wanted. Cause I Love To Be Loved.

I'm A Bit Cynical That It Ever Will Be Addressed Properly. I Think It Is Healthy To Get Some Sort Of Copyright Protection. But Some Of It Has Gone On Forever.

The Earthly Power Sucks Shadowed Milk From Sleepy Tears Undone, From Nippled Skin As Smooth As Silk The Bugles Blown As One.