On this rock I build my foundation.
I am a genius's genius, and I believe in God, and I believe that God believes in Claud that's me, that's me.
We starve look at one another short of breath (hydrogen cyanide)
walking proudly in our winter coats (cold numbing pain)
wearing smell of laboratories facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasies, listening for the new told lies…
The more you know…