Текст песни The Event Clause - Fyrce Muons

I'm hidden in the scent of rice
As you see I'm naked crouching with a knife
I see the man I cannot be
Why don't you be that slave to me
It's the mind I don't understand
Now the land upon the end

Believe it
Can't just see it
You just made it
Can't defend it

Golden line ends in a migrant
New red shift in an airflow
Outrageous is the pageantry
In the living splits from a warp in time
Put the sea face on the symmetry