He sees your daughter in a sundress
Eating oranges alone
He feels the love of a father
A love his brother ignored
But he is fumbling with a bottle
Cause it makes sense just to hold
But don't you worry while he's using
It just helps everything slow

The robotics of a system
Built of neurons and bile
Regurgitate a type of matter
A sort of natural dye
He paints his face and feels a brightness
Glowing brighter inside
The cave he built out of the thorax
Of the organist's hide

Milo's chewing on a plant
That he bought ages ago
It tastes something like aloe vera
But it closes his throat
And when he's done becomes a prophet
Sings the world as its shown
But he is not the first to sing
The overwhelming unknown

All the birds singing
All the plants growing
All the wind blowing
All the bugs crawling
All the birds breaking
All the plants dying
All the wind crawling
And the blood flowing
And the waves breaking
With the birds singing
And the plants speaking
To the wind dying