Henry David's Gun - Taiga

I’m setting up the fire
With trembling hands
I’m hoping wet wood will burn
Everything’s changed
Like every 7 years
I’m trying to be prepared

In the heart of the taiga
On a little glade
Scared and without new name
In the heart of the taiga
On a little glade
I’m waiting for the Whale

I see big black ants
Hundreds of them
Getting’ in through nostrils
And heading to my brain
They’re going to change
What locked in my cells
They’re creaiting
They’re shaping
A brave brave new man

I see his shape now over the trees
Great buy bulk on the horizon
He’s floating in the air like…
I don’t know?!
I’m trying not to lose control

I’m waving my hands
Sending signs
Screaming at the top of my lungs
He’s getting pretty close now
Oh my God!
We’re going to reunite

In his belly
I am fulfilled and
Now we finally
Can go home

Where’s my old name?
Well I don’t need it
Anymore