Say
What force has been made
From space and disgrace?
The torn of my men
Wait
When stories are said
It's never too fair
To take it away
Why
Your spirit has shine?
The warning is paid
With portrait in me
Cry
The ladder is vote
The farthest you go
You'll stay on your own
Speak
To fair kill the smell
Your body is made
From blanket of bait
Sly
Your cover of self
The barking, the swell
Holotaping, despaired and dwelled