​There she was
The three headed tigress
Pouring with dreads
Dreads of woe from all she fed
 
She span with fuel
Fuel of the masses
Whom she ruled
Through the forest of their minds and ashes
Wrapped in the ivy of her braided hair
With roots she sprouted and bared
Roots of the grasses that formed their nests
Lain across the open lands of her bare chest
Along the strength of her outstretched arms
Into the river channels of the prints of her palms
Up to the mountain peaks in her shoulders
Using her breath to tune the winds and desert sands
The powers that hold her
 
She span
She span
The three headed tigress
With dreads of woe
Who rules the world
Every place you go