Ain't nothing to the notice, 800 miles of prime
We be
See the faulty now, see the dawn, see clear
Five, six,
Daylight time of ten, feel of a monster
Right here the
Mean little stealer
You got your head bowed down
Mean little stealer
You
Of weak intesity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he
And on this day
Full of tears
When from the ashes
There arise
Guilty
Ty plays the battle fold though bastardly
Follow said criminal in
Instrumental
Remain will to follow
Play try us alone
To the place in
Instrumental
