Is the master of silence still lost?
Why then those jerks keep babbling
That sea is something of its kind?
And why you keep nagging death?
She’s busy, high time to learn the dirty job, soul -
Before you even existed desert was:
No men, no trees, only desert land
When you came to join the posse -
Don’t you realise soul and lovers
Are but rebel teens?
You say you’ll pay us, sure,
Pay with blue and desert words -
Look, just for once, just for a change,
Stop that darned blue
Stay silent and pay -
Begetter, your quest for flowers
Can’t be an even match,
They are barehanded.