You were the onenthat captured the sunnand made all the others was all the fire outnyou were the seenthat stormed everythingnand into the others, out of the loin's mouthnnyou were making soundsnprimitive and undergroundnand she was such a houndninnocent and all aroundnnwe were making soundsnprimitive and undergroundnshe was such a houndnall around, all aroundnshe was such a houndnneach one falls into the next onenfalls into the next one