• Merry-go-round twist you down, unto the earth for reprieve

    Withholding desert angels billed for to never deceive

    Shelter from erupting skies that would burn down our paradise

    This protective shell is me, and it hears your cries

    But the holy land is in this comprehending grasp

    Devoid of fear never to dissolve our clasp

    Rationing isn't amongst the worry stones that burden

    No choking weight to strangle us, no poisoning warden

    So let my dust clouds sprinkle amnesty in your wake

    This gilded chain of love I'll never break