When a bulk of rose Comes your way Make sure to make a bed And sleep with no part expose
When a thorn find it way To your no-back path Guiding your path forward Tend to work with no voice
When a singing group Fly your way With there little tale in air Make yourself a Jackson
When in the night The little suckers surround you Waiting for you to lay and suck Guard yourself with no scream
When a flower Bloom your road Fascinating your sight in hope Take yourself to long dream
When a snake kiss the air Towards your narrow bridge Ready to bite with all might Take the pain with no sound
When honey locate you In your empty stomach journey With sweetness that jaw the mouth Eat through with no over left
When unseen creatures Jump your shoe With a lot of dying fate Hold yourself in prepare.