I buckle and rosed
As God and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
war or we lose
Close into symbols
fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infants breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night [bad word] 
(x2)

Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(trousers)
Limelight not the music its plain as as can be so
(tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(tighter)
Its to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)

Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter

Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
Id immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs i
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As God and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
war all we lose
Close into symbols
fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infants breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby

In day
And night [bad word] 
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Things old
And young
Very young
Rise [bad word] our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(trousers)
Limelight not the music, its plain as as can be so
(tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(tighter)
Its to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)