A fraction of a kernel sees almost half as much
As the whole bodied fruit can gather moss
Along its journey to the sea and back again
Across the twisted paths of piracy to begin
Responding to the flagship of the journeymen
On their never ending voyage on a rolling sea
Aboard the largest living vessel in the galaxy
Carrying all the plundered elements they need
In a sudden daring death provoking mad choice
The lost and lonesome wish they had a voice
Skin on skin transaction carnal currency
Debts owed get rubbed off in the heat
Where to begin satisfaction in a hurry
When threats follow right after the treat
Is the quotient of the harvest's yield to worry
About the encoded program long ago buried?
So long as our endless transaction balances
Keeping us all going into and out of the equation
Resulting in our accepting our individualities
As being our own respective illusions of the station
