It shows no or at best only the most minuscule traces of the style that would make them well-known later, and therefore frequently meets with a refusal and lack of affection. Justly so?
I've got sunshine in my stomach Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
I've got sunshine in my stomach And I can't keep me from creeping sleep, Sleep, deep in the deep.
He wakes in a cold sweat with a strong urge to vomit. There's no sign of the cocoon and he can see more of the cave about him. There is much more of the glowing water dripping from the roof and stalactites and stalagmites are forming and decomposing at an alarming rate all around him.
Rockface moves to press my skin White liquids turn sour within Turn fast -- turn sour Turn sweat -- turn sour.
Must tell myself that I'm not here.
I'm drowning in a liquid fear. 
Bottled in a strong compression,
My distortion shows obsession In the cave. Get me out of this cave!
As fear and shock register, he assures himself that self-control will provide some security,
If I keep self-control, I'll be safe in my soul.
And the childhood belief Brings a moment's relief,
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns.
My spirit just never learns.
but this thought is abandoned as the stalactites and stalagmites lock into a fixed position, forming a cage whose bars are moving in towards him.
Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight.
Lips are dry, throat is dry.
Feel like burning, stomach churning,
I'm dressed up in a white costume Padding out leftover room.
Body stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage Get me out of this cage!
At one moment there is a flash of light and he sees an infinite network of cages all strung together by a ropelike material.
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They are netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
As the rocky bars press in on Rael's body, he sees his brother John outside, looking in.
Outside the cage I see my Brother John, He turns his head so slowly round.
John's face is motionless despite screams for help, but in his vacant expression a tear of blood forms and trickles down his cheek. Then he calmly walks away
I cry out Help! before he can be gone,
And he looks at me without a sound.
And I shout 'John please help me!' But he does not even want to try to speak.
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,
And I watch him turn again and leave the cage.
My little runaway.
["My little runaway" is an allusion to "Runaway" (1961), a #1 hit by Del Shannon. Words by Del Shannon, music by Max Crook (who also plays the organ break on the record). "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" is then improvised here. It was written by Hal David and Burt Bacharach, and was recorded by B.J. Thomas for the film "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid." It also hit #1 on the charts. Genesis is apparently considerably influenced by Bacharach, cf. "Burt" the working title for Hold On My Heart.]
leaving Rael to face the pains which are beginning to sweep through his body.
In a trap, feel a strap Holding still.
Pinned for kill.
Chances narrow that I'll make it, In the cushioned straight-jacket.
Just like 22nd Street, When they got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge. My earaches roar.
In the pain Get me out of this pain.
If I could change to liquid, I could fill the cracks up in the rock.
But I know that I am solid And I am my own bad luck.
However, just as John walks out of sight, the cage dissolves and Rael is left spinning like a top.
But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,
and without any reason my body revolves.
Keep on turning, Keep on turning,
Turning around, spinning around.
