I got derelict fate [bad word]  on strong 
Layin’ down the riddle (“rhythm” in second verse) 
Holdin’ me down 
Whistling death 
Hold my breath 
Here until the sun has burned my chest 

We ain’t got no time 
So let yourself go 
Circling life in the devil’s flow 
We ain’t got no time 
To let yourself go 
Circling death in the devil’s flow 

I wanna walk with my [bad word] 
Got sovereignty with my kind 
I wanna dance, with my lust 
Got sovereignty with my kind 

Hold to the riddle 
Hold to the lies 
This is the plague 
Of your kind 

Hold to the rhythm 
Hold to the lies 
This is the plague 
Of your kind 

I am how many? 
I am harmony… 

Dance to the rhythm of your destiny 
As we dance to the rhythm of your destiny… 
Yes we all got to die 
And on that day 
Dancing the riddle of lie and harmony