 It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on. The essence, the basics, without it you make it. Allow me to make this, childlike in nature. Rhythm, you have it or you don't, that's a fallacy, I'm in them. Every sprouting tree, every child of peace, every cloud and seed. You see with your eyes, I see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise.