Fair's fair in feelings-warlords and some ceilings
Shake we should till it's dark
Sail away to the marked and mauled
Every day drab a lark-desperation and hope
Will mark your doors
Where there are tree tops, colas and cyclops
Break to bring it apart try a taste of the time they're taking
Separate every spark, never late as in haste you space your days
Insects and greetings, red ones and some green ones
Quake the lake is alight, sakes in wakes of some highs
And some old lows
Pillows and dice go so nice
Renegades need their rice
Freedom flails like a flag
Engulfed in flame, but hey hey hey wait
Widows and heights are a lively sight
Get a better bold on the soul you step upon
Widows and heights far above the lights
Get a better gone on the stone you're stepping on
Up up upon oh ah ooh oh ooh oh oooh woah