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