I am the boy
Whose eyes
Are shredded in darkness
And whose head is shrouded in death

           (i dont 
dreem
         i wake up
       no     moon
     sun/up)

I am the Monarch butterfly
After taking a journey
To spread seeds

              ( in heven
 all           ther    e 
     
       is
             is

      still)

I am the boy
Whose fate
Is predictable

   (lord  how com e   i die
      how come

                lord)