I saw worlds collecting at my feet

they toss their men my way, telling me to go forth and build

they know i got rhythm in my palms, make believe it belongs to them if they can just get under my skin

see they know the art of war

written in caves in the dark

they learned the art of war

feed to them with all things hidden under rocks

and they know to collect under my feet in secret ....know too well the problems of elevation

they will secretly stroke my ego in dark watch it bloom like the moon

track my cycle

track my progress

than get under my skin and pretend that the rhythm belongs to them

I have seen worlds form and collect at my feet

Throwing their men my way thinking the giant asleep

Chase him disgrace him for all to see

Stroke my ego at the pace of his defeat

Watch it grow and bloom like the moon

Watch it go all too soon

Patience is a virtue

I tye rages round my head, you say better for the show

You know how to stop my flowers grow

You say you the leader cause I birth kings bathe in gold

You mix metal say better for the show

You know how to stop my flowers grow

Only two free

The mules and the men

Only two free

The mules and the men

And I watch us grow like pussy willows

And sprout fur where knowledge pose to be

Covers sure do make for a better show

My ego takes me two coffee creams where I reign supreme

With rope to neck walking in circles wondering…..

Why my flowers don’t grow right