The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous
The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers when a Boy
And Tinder guessed by power
Of Opposite to balance Odd
If White a Red must be!
Paralysis our Primer dumb
Unto Vitality!
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