There is no comparison   Between things about to happen   Missing the point of our mission   Will we become misshapen?      A change of heart   Will force the veil   Nailed to the door   To all avail      There are no divisions   Between things about to collide   Hitting the floor with our vision   A focus at some point arrives      A change of mind   Will force the veil   To hit the head   And set the sails      A change of skin   Will shed the tail   Hung on the wall   For use again      A change of heart   Will force the veil   There is no comparison   Between things about to happen      Sick as a pig this pork is mine   I'm pining for the pork of the porcupine   I'd best be on my best behavior   Best behave yourself, you hear?...      Sick as a pig   This pork is mine   Pine for the pork of the porcupine...      I'm beginning to see the light   Beginning to see the light