The fanatics are but a handful
Let them not  hold myriads in a fistful
Let them not desecrate our realms
Let not their tentacles crush us
The fanatics are but a handful

Let us defeat them in their demented schemes
Let us diffuse their phantasms 

the fanatics are a handful

Let our discern eye when somethings amiss
Let us be wary of stealthiness
Let us kindle our
perceptions to any trivial scruples
Let not the rabid handful prevail

 and me with my eclectic ideals...

 Imagining understanding

 gives me a headache,

 so I write to alleviate,

 it relaxes my mind...

 and I become the rain pounding the roof.

 The beep beep of the clock

 and I am time without any...

 the cold distance between planets

 and I am frozen to the marrow...

 I feel the pebbles through the tires

 and mingle with the road...