آهنگ: Neurosis. Times Of Grace. Belief.

Trying to stand clear of the scent of dogs
In a sweat 'til I, wave of extinction, scatter seed
All that is growing, clear energy
All that is growing, clear energy

Within our vision a hover wasps
Air and glower fill our veins
Heavy mining under the fall
Figures forming, stretching on
Figures forming, stretching on