Cave-o-sapien Cave-o-sapien - you were made for breaking of my back. As I carried you past quiet houses, kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied the wildflower kisses on your neck - saw the garden had been trampled past repair. Oh, Cave-o-sapien. You look like the sunrise! - purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold - but I knew it sounded bad when you said NO REGRETS and then said nothing more. And while you;re leaning deep into the smoke of those sticks you keep rubbing together, I keep thinking about how bad it's gonna burn, and all the people I loved, back home, who I loved, and love, that you turned on. People just offering shelter from the wind. So bow your head into the wind, my Cave-o-sapien. I had a vision of a gorilla, and he was a killer, A killer! Alone, in fields of stone, you're not the sunrise, you're just alone. But I've got you, until you're gone