I spoke my word, inside
The heart of it all moved, minds
there is an inquisition searching me for the last time i have been over here the entire way though the galaxy of infared visability has stricken thee of all that which you truly need simply because a bar has code enough to beep!
Now that the record has ben,kept
Ii knows eye slept
there is nothing shorter than a missed step to a tall fall
Baby write my wrong so i can send you my spirit in song
paslm miswritten palms sweaty no alarm no harm no foul no ball no court no line that draws in a crowd who has the whistle and enough lung to shout?
Listen, it's so to three four peace, eye!