Glorious light covers him tonight. Him: unaware and silent, six years old and sleeping. The rest of us: dying and waiting for him to grow old. Old enough to save us. Yeah, so save us. Green glorious light covers him tonight. One hundred twenty volts wire
d straight to his soul, but beyond the hills a shadow is falling through the valley of ashes where death meets [bad word]  Ya, so lead us. The reign of death will die and we will strike keepin on his perseverance merits preservation. Our enemies sails w
ill hang on broken masts and their tackle will be rendered useless. Sometimes it takes the mind of a child to [bad word]  If it's what you've found, [bad word] what you see. Ask: is there something wrong with this picture? And take it over