Sends lasting relics our prime.
Our interlaced ochestra played in mired square
Leaves us a jumbled Lead.
Our choices to remake our furrowed path
With bandied wit and listless will
Steers us to the yore house of no return.
We are sure, we know
Our cravings is all the yield we need
To push through Earth's crust
And burst alive and thrive.
Surely the seasons is festive
While we starve and are full,
We hold still the aces to raise a race
Laced with the success drug,
We shruge clean all weight
Housing us bond to the nameless menance
As we cling to the sounds of Rains.
