The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind in there and
Sometimes a soul, And the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men drink too much
And nobody finds the one
But they keep looking crawling in and out
Of beds flesh covers
The bone and the flesh searches
For more than flesh
There's no chance at all:
We are all trapped by a singular fate

Nobody ever finds the one

The city dumps fill the junkyards fill
The madhouses fill the hospitals fill
The graveyards fill

Nothing else fills