When the Earth splinters of to different mags all squirming for control that does not exist

The sun  goes out and the rays of light start to die

All bonds break down

Reason becomes unreason, and the passions fall into itself

Looking at a broken mirror that shows its splinters looking further into itself, deeper and deeper

Nothing makes sense, or if it does make sense, the sense is unsensible

When these times come to pass, it is wise to let is all pass

Sit on the lunar throne at the south where night and day are constant

Pick up a pen and write it all out

It will all pass by soon

Or not and the despair shall pass

All I know is, I will pass one day

So say hooray to SUFO!