Their speaker was in it
It had their nothing
And he did nothing from him
Just went the way, blaring
He's drawing steps from you
And your blood to him rivers of your funnel
But look nobility
the blessed world
He crises Perco
between the genes
in the brokenness of human
in neighbouring screams
That's where he escapes
Heart, to his hands, to honor
And not offer comfort
Because these only bring to be lost
So what is he carrying?
If all its content is rolling from him
So he will read
And you will answer brotherhood to believe.