Calling spirits of the trees... it's pushing 98 degrees... The mountain's ash, the river is steam. I'm walking through a desert that's stretched halfway acrooss the globe. I'm mounting bodies, bouncing bones. I'm coughing candy, sucking bones. I'm kicking cans. I'm bleeding sand. If I'm the final man to raise a glove and fight your master pman then I just throw my hand in. Calling! Falling! I don't need a bandage around my eyes. You cannot... you shall not steal these eyes...