Days don't rhyme
With all my friends
Hard to believe
That we have friends
Mind over lust
Time to unfold
Clearly we can see you
Under your clothes

Look at them run
In a beasthood race
Child's awake
Child's awake
Tangled herds
And the dust will fly
And the dust will fly
Miles away

All of our battle dance
Can equate as a dance
Obvious battle dance
Take a bow
Take a chance