Useless secrets, beat your wings.
There's a little good in everything.
You are a conductor.
It's a giant step going out,
reeling in jungles of doubt.
You are a conductor.
Shamble on, anarchy, battles to come.
It's for us, ghosts of reason, vows of confusion.
Thunder and lightning. Sheets of rain.
Rivers of wealth in your wake,
and running under.
Lightning and thunder.
Useless secrets, beat your wings.
There's a little evil in everything.
You are a conductor.
