Limestone, made from coral and bone Calls you home though we know something they don't Gamma rays decay in such a way that they turn upon their own Quicksand, neither liquid nor land Understand if you can there's a reason why we ran Seismic waves behave in such a way I pray they don't get out of hand Now there's a funny story Goddamn it all to hell I know it all too well God damn us all to hell and back Ozone, creeps through coral and bone Through the foam and the loam and the hollow we call home Summer days ablaze in such a way they say we might be on our own