I am the crow of desperation

I need no fact or validation

I span relentless variation

I scramble in the dust of a failing nation

I was concealed

Now I am stirring

And I have waited for this time

I am the termite of temptation

I multiply and find my population

I am the wheel I am the turning

And I will lay my love around you

I am the sea of permutation

I live beyond interpretation

I scramble all the names and the

Combinations

I penetrate the walls of explanation

I am the will

I am the burning

And I will lay my love around you

I am the will

I am the yearning

And I will lay my love around you