You day her out through a winter of owe…nYou can stay your ground in the littles of woe.nnWhen one releases themselves to defending their portion of spotlight,nHow will he know what must be planned aroundnAnd what must be slaughtered outright?nStripped cured and worn in order to protect you,nFrom its likeness or opposite fate,nSuch are the toils of skull spacenAnd it’s no-place-to-ache.nnYour soooooo…nDangerous day dangerousnAnd so…nYou flay R M pro quon(Translation: you flay ARM for what)nnHave you ever felt led into the black?nHave you ever fed entire men to a path?nObsession and fetish are an ending man’s kind,nAnd then-again marknThe difference in you living out a Self,nAnd a Self being lived in.nThis is the soft lip of NothingMuch in men,nAs over choice they bend,nAs choosing chisel character from the darknFrom the island-goner mind and its ancient arch-ape heartnnYour soooooo…nDangerous day dangerousnAnd so…nYou flay R M pro quon(Translation: you flay ARM for what)nn(You’re feeling fire in the teeth that you dream withnAnd you couldn’t fear wider if they movie screened it.)nnYour soooooo…nDangerous day dangerousnAnd so…nYou flay R M pro quo