Slowly led out from our cage, the blaring motors that were our age. And grassy meadow with cooling breeze, with warming sun and minds at ease. I finally reached your field of violets, I think I like this Symbiotic Silence. Suddenly thrust upon your stage, struck with fright at your young age. And blinding lights with thousand eyes, with sweating palms and another prize. You and I stand together— Motionless. I ran off stage, the sudden violence, I couldn't take this Symbiotic Silence.