All waters run to the sea
As if the sea was the end of all tears
Streaming downhill with the least of effort
Water down that makes its way through
Nothing new blending with the rest of the waters
In the language of creation
One plus one is one
So I am on my way to the top
Running upstream
As my last attempt to give birth to myself
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure nat
More than a pure natural spring
Born from clomped water drops
I am volcano
A blood-boiling rock that patiently destroys from the depths of the earth
It's soul of everything
My waters run to the sea
As if the sea was the end of my tears, blood, sweat, pee
Streaming downhill paved with good intentions
But my will rises with wrath into the sky
More than a pure natural spring
That storms cause to overflow
I am volcano
Flowing fluorescent and deadly down the hill
Fecundating space with my burning blood-hot
More than a pure natural spring
That storms cause to overflow
I am volcano
Fecundating space with my burning blood-hot tears