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