Have You Arrival

Have you a rival?
Have you the scanterbis scraping your genesis seed?
O! sing sweetly
Have you arrival?
Sweet pollens of love in the syrupy breeze

Aching are the Reaching Trims
Of chemicals and oxygen
That feed the holy ether's spin
Have you a rival, friend?

Saintly mans mastery
Unworthy of its servantry
Of love and all that comes between
Have you a rival, friend?

Have you a rival?
Have you the scanterbis scraping your genesis seed?
O! sing sweetly
Have you arrival?
Sweet pollens of love in the syrupy breeze

In drunken fields of melting gold
Refineries of destined cold
Wave forward all the days of old
Have you arrival, friend?

Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!

Let sweat the sap of all capacity that runs the deepest cuts of the
Cosmos. The forlorn-phantoms of fleshy trepidation disseminates
The un-limits of the ethos. A single cell for all to disease-feed freely, willingly, against the eerie sorrow of salvation. The bulging planets sing Aneiva in the desolate expanse between our eyes and every teetering triangle bound for bracing something stranger than the bootless borders of a "nation."

Arrival
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!
Arrival
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!
Arrival
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!
Arrival
Daylight - A momentary fortune of gold!

Have you a rival?
Have you the scanterbis scraping your genesis seed?
O! sing sweetly
Have you arrival?
Sweet pollens of love in the syrupy breeze

Arrival! Arrival! Arrival to this -
World without end
Amen