In the wilderness, uncountable voicesEarplugs for the birds and the animalsAnd blinders for your beasts of burdenThe will for learning, these books were made for burningIn the wilderness, beneath the ancient sandLies crushed and tanned, those sapphire girlsThey will never forget youAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadIn the wilderness, the only place to find freedom is in the dictionaryUnder earth, men in holes, men in caves, men in chainsI ask for the store clerk, meet and check, man I forgetWhich came first, the bad idea or me?But fallen by, not given a ***May we never forget youMay we never forget youAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadInstrumentalIn the wilderness, senile live the zealousLost to the treasures that compel usMuted down like patriots amissYou know I'm jealous of how you can just turn them offThose bad ideas that feel so softMay they never forget youAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadAlert status rare, but the sun comes up insteadwww.mooji.org