Berms and swales crest without care Clutch sacred vessels, throw salt in the air Screaming horse under tremulous mass These near missives shall come to pass Think it's time, you and I, headed out Before the strata flex and widow's might offer drought But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss Conspire to concede humility and grace Come land, come sea, come air or fire When fissures cleft, tigers and diamonds Swallowed intact, we can extract retribution For the clemency, the awkward, the hungry But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss With self entitlement and pangs Persistent premonitions and spastic fits of reason Conspire to concede humility and grace I guess I thought this wouldn't happen I regret being such a terrible person I had a feeling Humanize the proceedings As bedlam Succumbs To order But the clatter and the hiss, no time to reminisce Kiss the boys and clutch the kids and with a Promissory bid to step from the grid Where worldly possessions they can't mock me Where worldly possessions they can't mock me Where worldly possessions they can't mock me They mock me They mock me They're laughing They mock me