There's nothing in this world I long for more   Than to feel you here, don't disappear   There's nothing in this world I desire more   Than to do your will, this is what I feel      Tongue of many swords which reflect   Through dialect high tech Christ sent   Symbolic logic, anti-venomous chemist   Works incredibly tremendous   Using power of the super intelligent, relevant   To all creation constant war against satan   Fusion, mental delusion   Polluted by the works of the world blindfolded   Souls corroded and brains overloaded   Memory compressing known obligation   Righteous elevation,   Meditation trapped by my own concentration   Dedicate plus devastate hate which calibrates      The sun sets in a blaze gray daze pressed waves   Mildly suppressed by the echoes and delays of yesterday   fill today, dismay begins, dismay begins