They’re coming sorry for our second vanquisher To have so much to pretend Ourselves not so against though overtaken This we’ll survive, surviving those
Against the smell of rope, through pulley sing Are fewer greater losses known We have our affect, we have our ransom This we’ll survive
We’re all I think, this thing set troublin’ This will not end without brevity
Against the smell of hope, through measuring There are fewer greater former ghosts We have our affect, we have our ransom This we’ll survive, surviving those