the sweet fragrance of sweat that perfume couldn't cover up speaks to me in a language of its own but we don't sleep in beds of stone your rationality is nothing in the cave this time science lost to mythology there are ancient secrets painted on walls that we will never know but what use is it to write of things long lost? there are ancient secrets painted on the walls of the caves that we once slept in the sweet fragrance of sweat that perfume couldn't cover up speaks to me in a language of it's own one day all this will be over we'll fly like dragons in the wind and sleep by the fire in the cave if we can find our way there