World to you, may I see white and blue. With cross and ties I can stimulate the everglory of reality. Wither and I will wither on you. It won't feel the same as the next made song. But I promise to perish as a scapegoat if you promise to die with agony. Oath to oath, I will live again, as a high soaring bird or as a ground willow scavenger. See me in red, green, gray, and I will live my life dangerously away.