Testo Cub, Not Cube

Leave it sleep, let it lay
Don't leave away, let it be
A few more case, a few more feet
Leave it sleep, who can bleed?
It's he to cut, to shut, to live, to see....

Who waylay? Atone stone shone
Well then pay wayleave! A pown drowned, he's prone
Give up! We cleave a spun clown grown
Well then, who clench?
In the grave frost in the yard

Say to sway drown slow yawn
Say "believe" a drown dawn fake
It's a cheap treat showdown flown
Wayward, weeping cubs, make them run to make them be

Feel the pain, feel the aim
He'll get down, he'll be alone
Feel his sin, feel his vein
He got feet to be fled
Who waylay?
A shone cub to run
Hit that way to hear a tune sung in brain
Stick on lay be sharp, thrown and bounced
He can see me lead with the cleft steps in the air

Feel he shine, feel he lie
He'll get down, he'll screech out
Feel the sin, feel the vein
He got eyes to spray beams

Leave me
Last eye shines bright, calls me, drowns me
Cleave me
Last eye shines slight
See it, feel it
That's my cub,
So sweet, fast, so neat, plus, so sweet, fast, so weak, but so clear eyed cub