I surge upon the night
My amps well past one

Million yes that is right

Prepare for contact

I will overload

My voltage upon you

Ending in seemingly dark pits

Deep in their abyssal sympathy

Flow vents, deep dark, damp

Dusk comes in rounds of three

Stump to me or stump him

Climb the fruitful tree

Fly, fly butterfly

Do what your wings will spread

Butter on the bread of kings

While I overload upon you.