Raccoon Eyes

When I choose my role in the forest of my soul,

I would be the mountain, I would erode.

I'd block out the sun,

get the water in the river to run,

and you could climb,

A mountain, on which the face that you know, eroded

faster.

You made it to catch the avalanche that erased it.

When I spit my bile in the valley of all time,

the forest fells my fire fountain for miles.

I'll reshape the earth, the cause of my birth.

The future's mine!

A mountain, on which the face that you know, eroded

faster.

You made it to catch the avalanche that erased it.