Days don't rhyme
With all my friends
Hard to believe
That we have friends
Mind over lust
Time to unfold
Clearly we can see you
Under your clothes

Look at [bad word] In a beasthood race
Child's awake
Child's awake
Tangled herds
And the dust will fly
And the dust will fly
Miles away

All of our battle dance
Can equate as a dance
Obvious battle dance
Take a bow
Take a chance