Good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shorenThere is no one left here, not a soulnAid the confusion, expecting nothingnNot a soulnO, Mother, could I come back to you?nA terrible vision of order out of controlnIn accordance with human historynHere in the company of deathnWe approach - new graves, divided for love's sakenRefined in rapture - ready to fly or to dienMother could I come back to you?nI'm lifted up into the presence of divine forcesnMothernOpen-mouthed in magnificence and beautynMothernOr shall we sufer the same fate as all the othersnStuck on a plane which does not suit themnLost in thought, forgetful of primitive desirenGood-bye dreamer, not a soulnMother, could I come back to you?nMother, could I come back through you?nMother, could I come back to you?nThe animals - I know how you make outnWelling with authority, vilely enthusiastic, enduring bitterness