Waking up to the breath of the ore, in the sea of 
BlackIf you cut a worm in two the other half will grow back
If I’m alive or dead 
I don’t really care as long as my 
Soul’s intact
Buried alive
Stinking corpse, 
I smell but cannot see, you hateful neighbor!
Pride, monomania, everything from 
Earth, topaz vapor
Hi-chloridize polyethylene resin lacquered newspaper
Buried alive
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’m waking for the day