Yeah.

Bear your throat for the revelation
The end and beginning start now
Raw feelings control puppets
Us masters think us so smart
Us are they, us are naught.
Pull it down and have a fit.
Can't control, makes you hid.

Snakes are cunning.
Foxes are sly.
We can hide.

Can't deliver this might.
We think our cause is so bright.
We lose ourselves.
And its done.
We might not change, but we remember.
We run.