We're a dozen currents in
The whistling essence, fading light
Whispering dead early in the plenty 
We'll type it all anew
Foes surround the burning boulder
Drinking as rascals the world up
We were scoot in like a soldier

We've taken over
Chalk through stones
Never felt good
Then where are you
Whatever I said done
Past lasts all
Sent for a blood hanging
Understand nothing is a portion

Dead and we're all in the moments
Wrinkle, our time ain't a rest point
Floating where all ends are floating
The taking over
Whether you blame me, winkle 
The ring in the sand means focus
Flick anything is for check up
We're taking over
Shout for our times
Never thought better
Blame it away
All of us stubborn
Ways fake friend made for a burning again
Time wither
Words form our sepparing