We move more than I would like to gamble
I came with my POOR FOUR EYES crawling weakling warning
my favorite come and lie here

Under my bed or deep under my fingers

We're on my hands and knees in times of winding

We night it's only when we civilize that worm
for vagrant time we need it




What secret of your knowing is there beginning


For chance to beal believe it believe it (?)
His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold

Set sail a nurture and he work a lot, you're going home (?)