Hate recreated
A revelation
A-listen to me
I`ll tell you I`m about to run
And the ceiling`s are undone
Specialized victories
For overage whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what I want to find
Believe let it go
And leave The shots in closing
Believe Discretion grove
For it`s time to go there
Yeah, there`s time, there`s time, there`s time
To go there
A Celt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
I`m tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times I tilted you
Major Alfonso
Mined up the gold
The ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And it`s all we do to run, run, run, run
Believe let it go
And leave The shots in closing
Believe Discretion grove
For it`s time to go there
You`re never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid
Discretion wind, let it go
You`re never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid
Just crash our wind on a manic bay
Distract the wind on a manic bay
Scratch the wind on a manic Bay