You could've been raised in Africa 
Lacked in our vigor 
Been an X on the calendar 
Losing our cool in Antarctica 
So I put my coat on ya 
The breeze was light burgundy 

northern star over Istanbul 
So I sing you my martyr?s code 
'Till you capture the sailboats 
Subtracting the fees under carried time 
Somewhere over the great divide 
Clap like a canister 

You could've been raised in Africa 
Lacked in our vigor 
Been an X on the calendar 
Losing our cool in Antarctica 
So I put my coat on ya 

The breeze was light burgundy 

I have an army suited and ready 
For you to simply take a bite and steer 
We?re more than prepared to fight this unfair 
All you need do is tease your taste and steer 

Your crimes 
Are not mine or theirs 
Weary from the wear you invent 
I forget 

For sometime 
I've been underground 
And dug to the sound of your breath? 
I forget