He is in Her place But Her chalice pours when we must drink This New Aeon implicit in Time Lights Her path just when He must go Dead Clowns' procession walks. The flower withers to their song Their vision kills the faith Their crucifix spays the Earth But who gives birth to the blessing? N.O.S. is over. This time the New meets the Old Backstager soul, Is Truth for everybody to know? I'm the skies; I'm the soul; I'm the nature; I'm the world I'm the skies; I'm the soul; I'm the nature; I'm the world In the skies; in the soul; I'm the nature… Mother Nature… Mother Nature… I'm you I'm everybody Everyone is me Who am I?