(Verse 1) As I look into the eye of the primordia that lays before me Empty cept a septic tank, waitin for me I wanna know was it worth it As the silence slips its wrists around my collar As the thankless winds whip and holler I wanna know was it worth it I first cleaved off the edges, called it a snowflake in the making as i folded End over end it...Learn More